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ghouljams · 5 months
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(The Day After)Halloween on the Farm (Ghost's Version) Rating: T, there's vague nudity and mentioned sex Word Count: <1k Tags: This is all fluff folks, short and sweet, Ghost x f!OC/reader, very and I mean very minor descriptions of reader, reader has a scar Summary: You spent all night last night policing other people's fun, now you can spend time relaxing in Ghost's company. If he'd come back to bed, that is.
The sheets fall off of you, the sun streaming over your stomach and creeping towards your eyes as it rises. You wake up just enough to toss an arm over your eyes. It takes you a moment of drifting for the scratching of pencil on paper to reach you. It's the only noise in the silence of the room until you groan and go to grab your blanket.
"Don't move," Simon tells you quietly. You smile to yourself and let out a breath, sinking back into the bed. 
"When did you get up?" You ask, settling in to listen to him draw. The soft drag of graphite is lulling, gentle and familiar. Simon is quiet for a long time as he works but you're patient, and you're not going anywhere.
"Hour ago," he says when his pencil stills, his fingers rub against the paper, "maybe."
You stretch a little, arch your back and twist your hips in the quiet. As long as he isn't sketching you can move, and you're quick to settle back into position. It's an attention you'll never get used to. The way you can feel his eyes drag over you, studying you with an open affection, makes you feel more beautiful than anyone ever has. He's not one to show off, but the few times you've seen his sketches they were amazing. His attention to detail is meticulous, every shadow shaping forms and adding softness, weight, to his sketches.
You wait for him to start sketching again. Each short scratch a new shadow that is rubbed soft by his fingers. You could almost doze like this. The soft light of the morning and the warmth of the house threaten to drag you back towards slumber. It's so warm in here, no wonder you barely notice the loss of your blankets. Simon must have turned up the heat after you fell asleep, easier than putting clothes on after sex you suppose. He stops sketching and you seize the opportunity.
"Can I see?" You chance the ask, he grunts and you hear the drag of his eraser.
"Sure." Your heart feels like it's going to burst. You move your arm from your eyes to check its OK to move and catch Simon staring at you. He really must have just woken up, his hair sticks in different directions, and he’s only wearing sweats. He's pulled one of the kitchen chairs to sit next to the bed, his shoulders hunched over his sketchbook. The pencil in his hands looks so small. He raises a brow, and that's good enough for you. He holds the book out to you as you push yourself up, and waits for you to take it from him. 
When you do you have to stop from pressing your fingers against the paper, you can't trace the lines of graphite as desperately as you want to. You don't want to ruin his art, but you can't believe what you're seeing is really you. You're not insecure by any stretch of the word, but the way he draws you… "Am I really this pretty?" You breathe, eyes touching on the dip of your waist, the swell of your breasts, the soft part of your lips, the scar along your stomach so adoringly detailed. 
Simon hums, and you glance at him. He’s staring at you, watching you inspect his work. His gaze is so open it almost makes you want to praise him. You think he’d like that.
“No,” He tugs the sketchbook free of your hands and starts scratching his pencil against the page, feathering the strokes along your sketched lashes, “You’re prettier in person, haven’t gotten it right yet.”
You lean forward against your knees with a smile and rest your head on your folded arms to watch Simon work. He’s so gruff, so practical with everything, it never fails to surprise you that his hobby is so delicate. Maybe that isn’t the right word, careful? Meticulous you could buy, but that makes too much sense with Simon. No, you like delicate. It speaks to the care, the consideration in his art. You’ve watched him draw his own hands, so meticulous to trace every vein and scar, and yet looking at the finished product it’s almost appreciative. 
It’s definitely appreciative when he draws you. You know that much. You can see it. His eyes dart to look at you and back down to the paper, each line struck with purpose, each glance a calculation. And again you think that for all the technical parts, it’s loving. His sketchbooks are full of you, pieces of you litter every page, every inch. He’s packed full of you, just like you’re stuffed to the brim with him.
“I love you,” You tell him. He sucks in a breath, the same way he always does, almost disbelieving.
“Love you too,” He mutters, burying himself a little further in his work. 
“We should fuck when you’re done,” You mumble, closing your eyes to enjoy the warm house, the warm affection in your chest. Simon’s sketchbook snaps shut almost as quickly as the words leave your mouth. You peek up at your husband to watch him strip his pants off, and reach to push you back down against the bed.
You move with his insistent hands, and stretch out against the bed again, letting his eyes roam over you with a different sort of appreciation. He pulls your legs up around his waist as you reach for him, tugging him down to kiss him. Simon meets your lips all too eagerly, and you let out a pleased hum as you finally receive a proper good morning.
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anniedam · 3 months
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Hi hiii!! I was wondering if you’d do Annabeth girlfriend headcanons, and maybe little ways she shows her love without being super PDA?? :)))
𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 + 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 ཐིཋྀ
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a/n- my first annabeth request and my first fic of the new year! annabeth is my favorite character so i threw in a little scenario for you too! hope you enjoy lovely readers! 𑁍
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ཐིཋྀ | if you thought luke was protective, just wait til you meet annabeth chase. she is on her guard the entire time your on a quest together, her dagger always at the ready. she almost always has back up plans, if she thinks there’s even a remote chance you could get killed she shifts plans immediately. she wants there to be fun, but she would like to have fun on this quest without her s/o getting killed.
ཐིཋྀ | when in training she’s a bit harsh on you, but that’s only because she wants you to be able to protect yourself. annabeth has been on many quests, faced death, and witnessed the self-destruction of others. she does not want that to ever happen to you, not on her watch. other campers keep saying she needs to be easier on you, but you know the truth behind why she acts that way.
ཐིཋྀ | despite being quite open about dating you, she doesn’t like pda too much. she feels like it’s a bit inappropriate to be all over each other in public, especially in front of the younger campers. when no one is looking however, she will leave a quick kiss on your cheek. she’s also a sucker for forehead kisses, if you give her one she’ll melt and get all flustered.
ཐིཋྀ | her hair is also another thing that makes her flustered, it’s not always well kept so when you do point out that her hair looks pretty she waves you off with a small blush. and if you ask to brush her hair for her, she’ll let you do so while she complains about some stuck up ares kids.
ཐིཋྀ | annabeth loves to ramble about all types of topics, but especially architecture and mythology. she’ll explain everything in fine detail, showing you pictures as she goes. sometimes she also likes to get physical and make you play along with the stories of mythology, kind of like a play but only for the two of you. she loves that you actually try to engage with her and ask questions, not just pretend like you are when you’re actually ignoring her.
“and so that concludes our little lesson on the architecture of the parthenon, what’d you think?”
“it was wonderful, annie. do you think you could explain to me the structure again? i think i understand, but i just wanna make sure.”
“of course, they were about 46 outer columns and 19 inner columns in total…”
ཐིཋྀ | occasionally, our wise girl has 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 insomnia. she tends to stay up late at night reading books or developing new battle strategies, and keeps a small battery powered light just for this reason under her bed. as greatly as her siblings enjoy creating and designing, they deserve some much needed sleep so they have to get you to make her go to sleep. only then will she put her pencil down and let hypnos put her into a deep sleep, your fingers combing through her curly hair as she snores softly.
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the daughter of athena was pulling an all-nighter once again, trying to finish her sketch of a new fountain for olympus. this was extremely important, after all it was in dedication to her own mother. she could 𝘯𝘰𝘵 mess this up, even if she already knew she was fully capable of finishing it another day, there was no rush. but she always put high expectations on herself, everybody around her knew that much.
“annie, are you staying up late again?”
annabeth looked up from her crisscross position on the floor to see you along with a few of her siblings standing at the door with tired eyes. knowing that look, she made a motion to her siblings to get back to sleep. the shadows on the ground moved as she scooted herself over, allowing you to take a seat next to her.
annabeth looked to you with an almost desperate look, like she knew exactly what you were going to say.
“i have to get this done, [name]. please just let me add a few things before bed?”
“didn’t you tell me the other day that this project didn’t have a time limit?”
judging by the expression she held, you were right on the money. leaning over you gave her a kiss on the forehead, saying 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 without words.
“i think you know that you can finish it some other day. now lets get you to bed, wise girl.”
begrudgingly, she got up and began to clean up her mess of supplies while you picked up the wads of paper scattered around her. paper after paper, the mess was slowly cleaned and you were ready to rest.
you climbed onto her bunk first, annabeth sliding in shortly after changing into her pajamas. your way of ‘cuddling’ wasn’t necessarily cuddling, more of just legs or fingers touching while your bodies were splayed far out like starfish. nevertheless, annabeth passed out as soon as she found a comfortable position next to you. and after you planted another kiss on her forehead, whispered a quiet goodnight, you trailed off into a calm sleep.
“i love you annabeth, sweet dreams…”
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@𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦 𑁍
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skzonthebrain · 6 months
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Wait Until I'm Home ~ Hyunjin
"Hyunjin is away on tour, alone in his hotel room with only you on his mind, praying that you answer the phone."
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KINKTOBER: DAY SEVEN - Telephonicophilia + Dity Talk
Pairing: Hyunjin x afab reader
Genre: explicit smut, idol Hyunjin, boyfriend au, long distance, bits of fluff, switches between Hyunjin and reader pov
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: Thank you for being patient! Been stressing out of my mind with assignments/working at the clinic + just life, but reading all your positive feedback and support has really helped me through it! If you didn't read my update, kinktober is still very much happening, but uploads will be random for when I can get them out...sooo kinktovember? 😅 I plan to try and catch up to the correct day this Thursday 💕
CONTENT WARNING UNDER CUT
kinktober | kofi | next >>
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Content Warning: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, telephonicophilia (phone sex), guided masturbation (in a sense), SO MUCH dirty talk, extremely suggestive, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, sexting, swearing/cursing, pet names: (baby, sweetheart, darling, muse, my girl/my good girl) (sorry I just see Hyune as the type to shower his s/o with petnames) Changbin may or may not have overheard a few things,
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3 hours.
3 hours of intense dancing, singing his heart out and performing for his adoring fans, but yet as he lied on his hotel bed, spread out on his back and staring at the ceiling, he couldn't sleep.
His body was pumping with adrenaline, blood running hot and the thoughts of what he usually did after performing this hard were swirling wildly around his mind.
Hyunjin glanced over to the clock. 12:53am. He was in Chicago, you were back home in Seoul, meaning it was 2:53pm and you were most likely at work.
Hyunjin let out a long groan of frustration, rolling onto his side and glaring at his phone lying on the hotel's bedside table. An internal battle taking place of whether he should try calling you or not.
You had been texting early in the night, messages of 'I miss you', 'I love you' and 'goodluck' were exchanged, but other than that you had left Hyunjin alone to focus on his job.
Normally when Hyunjin was getting ready to sleep he would send you a good night text, but since Hyunjin hadn't felt tired, he had not sent one yet.
Giving in to temptation with a sigh of defeat he reached over to his phone, unlocking it and clicking on your shared messages.
Hyune 💕 'Darling are you still at work?'
You read Hyunjin's message almost instantly. You had managed to get the day off work, something about over-rostering and not being busy enough - you weren't going to argue about a day off.
You were curled up on the couch wrapped up in one of Hyunjin's oversized sweaters, watching a documentary that Jisung had recommended to you, waiting to hear if Hyunjin had gotten back safely after the concert.
Muse ❣️  'Yeah baby, is everything okay? How did your concert go?'
Hyunjin's eyes lit up, turning into crescent moons with how wide he was smiling at how quickly you responded. You were always so caring, so concerned for his well being. He was already feeling more relaxed, but the text message was also a reminder of your absence, that you weren't in his arms. His heart squeezed with the realisation that he hated being apart from you, god he was so in love with you.
Hyune 💕 No work today? It was great! So many stays, we keep growing and I'm always overwhelmed each time the crowd increases!
You smiled down at your phone. Moments like this made you feel like a teenager experiencing love for the first time all over again, all giggly and heart fluttering. You snuggled into Hyunjin's sweater, breathing in the faint lingering scent, a frown sketching across your cheeks as you realised how long he'd actually been gone for. Too long.
Muse ❣️  They over-rostered, I'm curled up in the sweater you left 🥰 I'm so proud of you and the boys baby! Glad it went well!
Hyunjin swooned, head falling back against his pillow with a goofy grin. You were really wearing the sweater he left behind? Without saying it, he knew you missed him in that moment as much as he missed you. The thoughts of you wearing his sweater, all comfy and happy were filling his mind, but nothing his mind could conjure would be anything like the real you in front of him.
Hyune 💕 You're in my sweater baby? Fuck that's so cute. Send me a pic? 🥺
You giggled, resisting the urge to kick your feet and quickly opened the camera app on your phone. You snapped a cute picture of you in his sweater, but as you were looking over the picture an idea sprang to mind. You deleted the picture you'd just taken and angled your phone higher, lifting Hyunjin's sweater to reveal your thighs and a few hints of your navy satin panties, pressing send when you were satisfied with it.
Muse ❣️  *Picture attached* How do I look Jinnie? 🤭
Hyunjin lost his mind as soon as he opened the image, eyes blowing out at the view of your silky thighs alone, let alone his sweater lifted perfectly over your left hip to reveal the pair of silky panties he'd bought as a gift for you.
Hyunjin couldn't wait any longer to hear your voice, dialing your number without responding.
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"Hi Jinnie." You mused into the phone, a smugness in your tone from getting the exact reaction you wanted.
"I miss you so much darling." Hyunjin said breathlessly through the other end of the phone and your heart swirled with how much you missed him in return.
"I miss you too, Hyune. It's been so hard these past few weeks." You admitted.
"Not long now baby, just one week and I'll be home." Hyunjin sighed, sounds of sheets rustling filling your ears, "You look beautiful as ever in my sweater by the way." Hyunjin added on.
His compliment went straight to your panties, regardless of how soft sounding it was, you knew yourself the hold you had over him when you sent pictures of this nature.
"I'm happy you liked the picture." You giggled, pausing the documentary so you could give Hyunjin your full attention.
"Liked? Baby I LOVED that picture. You have no idea how good you look." Hyunjin gushed, rearranging his pants to make room for his half hard cock, the photo replaying behind his eyelids.
"Oh I think I have some idea." You teased, being able to pick up the lust already evident in his tone.
"Yeah? You just love teasing me when I can't get my hands on you, don't you?" Hyunjin teased right back, getting closer to the microphone, like it would somehow get him closer to you.
"Perhaps." You hummed mischievously, "Are you hard Jinnie?"
Hyunjin let out a light hearted chuckle at how well you knew him, "I'm sitting here imaging my head between those thighs, of course I'm hard baby."
Your breath caught in your throat, you knew that he was horny - he normally was after concerts, but you weren't expecting him to be this turned on already.
Regaining your composure quickly you kept the flirtatious tone to the conversation going, excited to see where it would lead you,
"Are you going to do anything about that?"
"I'm about to book a flight." Hyunjin responded instantly and particularly serious. It wasn't the first time he'd said this while on tour, sometimes even flying back home to spend a day with you before flying back out again, to make it in time for his next concert - much to his company's distaste.
"You know you can't baby, but... maybe I can help in another way." You offered. It's not like you didn't want Hyunjin on the next plane to you, but you knew he had to put his job first right now. However, just because you couldn't be there with him, didn't mean you couldn't assist him with his needs.
"What are you insinuating baby?" Hyunjin didn't need to ask this question he already knew. It wasn't your first rodeo as a couple, you'd dabbled in phone sex frequently when you were oceans apart, and he knew that was exactly what you were insinuating.
Hyunjin couldn't help but slide his hand down to his now fully hard cock, caressing himself over his jocks and holding back a moan.
"I think you know exactly what I'm insinuating Hyunjin." You whispered seductively, not being able to handle the throbbing in between your legs any longer, and slipping and hand into your panties to stroke your clit gently. Teasing yourself and biting down on your bottom lip to hide what you were doing.
"Are you going to touch yourself darling?" Hyunjin said smoothly, the tip-toeing around bringing up the topic out the window.
"I already am." You admitted with a soft moan, your fingers drawing small slow circles on your clit.
"Shit." Hyunjin groaned, voice gravelly mixing with the heavy sigh sounding breaths as he pushed his hand in his jocks, instantly pumping at his cock, hoping it was the same pace that you touched yourself at, "That's so hot baby, are you dripping for me?"
Even though you already knew the answer from the dampness of your panties, you moved your hand down, swiping a finger through your slit, collecting your juices that resided there and then pushed them pack inside you, "Yes Jinnie, am so wet. I miss your cock."
"Just my cock baby?" Hyunjin asked coyly, his hand fisting his cock with strong long strokes from tip to base, getting himself more and more worked up, by not only his actions but your words.
"I miss your fingers, your tongue, your lips, I miss everything." You breathed out with a moan, using your free hand that wasn't holding Hyunjin to your ear to slide your finger deeply into your weeping hole, trying your hardest to imagine it was Hyunjin instead.
"Yeah? Are you stuffing your pretty pussy for me baby? Just like I showed you?" Hyunjin questioned, his skin hot, mind buzzing and adrenaline still flowing through his veins, but this was a different adrenaline to what he had experienced on stage.
This was a passionate, lustful, longing adrenaline, the primal need to satisfy you spreading through his system and the only thing on his mind was you, a plane flight away, mesmerising, beautiful sounding you.
"Yes, it's not as good as your fingers though." You whined, feeling irritated that you couldn't please yourself in the way Hyunjin could, like he knew your body better than you knew yourself.
Hyunjin scoffed a breathy laugh, amused by your frustration, reminding him that you were still the most adorable person he knew, even in a sexual situation such as this.
"Close your eyes darling, listen to me carefully okay? You think you can do that?" Hyunjin instructed, the pace on his cock steady, but firm.
Normally you'd do this over facetime, especially at this point, but Hyunjin had other plans. He wanted you to immerse yourself in the pleasure you'd give yourself in his absence. He needed you to imagine your hands are his, to breathe in the scent of him that lingered on his sweater you wore, to hear his voice like he was right next to you - his breath on your neck. Fuck he needed you so bad.
"Yes Jinnie." You replied pliantly, prepared to do anything he would ask of you, giving in to the role you always played perfectly.
"That's my girl." Hyunjin smiled at your softer sounding voice, his hand halting its movement on his cock to close his eyes and picture what position he'd want you in. He needed you comfortable, both hands free to do all the things he longed to do.
"Put your phone on speaker and place it next to your head on the back of the couch, let me know when you've done that." Hyunjin explained exactly what he wanted you to do, with a voice so smooth, the contrast to his breathy moans from earlier causing your head to spin.
"Done." You answered sweetly, melting into the couch comfortably, your phone and you positioned in the exact spot he asked for.
"Good, now use one hand to circle your clit, just how I do for you baby. Use your free fingers to stuff that pretty pussy for me." Hyunjin continued telling you exactly what he wanted.
His hand moving off his cock temporarily to squeeze his heavy balls, eyes fluttering shut and teeth sinking into his bottom lip to not let any moans slip by and disturb Changbin in the next hotel room.
You let out a string of moans as you followed Hyunjin's requests, wishing so desperately that they were his fingers. Images of all the times you'd been with Hyunjin flashed behind your eyes like a montage, egging you on with every flick, stroke or thrust of your fingers.
"Yeah baby, fuck. Just like that." Hyunjin groaned quickly licking his hand, covering it in his spit, before gripping his cock back into his free hand, quickening the speed, wishing his hand was your mouth.
"F-feels good Jinnie." You babbled, sinking into the couch more as you added a third finger, trying to angle yourself to reach deeper without moving too far away from Hyunjin's voice.
"You're doing so well sweetheart, fuck yourself faster for me, I want to hear you." Hyunjin's eyes were well and truly blown out, his voice louder, beginning to lose the sense of where he was or who might be hearing him. The only thing on his mind was getting you to cum.
You increased the speed at which you flicked your clit and tried your hardest to speed up your thrusts - ignoring the strain in your wrist, too blissed out by Hyunjin's hypnotising voice to care.
"Fuck." Hyunjin cursed again, precum spitting from his tip that he spread down, aiding his sliding movements and only adding to the fantasy that played out behind his eyes. You were crouched down in between his legs, mouth wrapped around his cock, taking him as deeply as you could. It was so vivid, your whimpers mixed with the faint sound of your pussy squelching with every thrust of your fingers, sending him closer and closer to the edge.
You were imaging Hyunjin was behind you instead of the couch, your back to his chest, legs propped up as he finger fucked you from behind. His whispered orders in your ear and his breath on your neck, groaning into your skin with every sound you made.
Hyunjin was everywhere, you were intoxicated by his scent, his voice and the thought of how good it would feel when he was finally back home, fucking you for real.
Like your mind, body and soul were connected, Hyunjin voiced your own thoughts as his, "I can't wait until I get home baby, gonna fuck you til you can't walk."
You let out a loud moan at the thought of him feeling the exact same way you did.
"I-I'm...I'm gonna cum." You hissed out, pushing yourself to the edge, waiting for his consent to release the euphoric feeling you were so desperate to achieve.
"Cum around my fingers, give me everything you got baby. Gonna lap it all up." Hyunjin moaned, only holding himself back for you to cum first.
"No...on your c-cock." You cried out arching your back into your fingers, Hyunjin's sweater shifting with your movements, grazing over your hardened buds and that was enough to send stars shooting out behind your eyes, cumming onto your fingers harshly.
"O-Oh FUCK. That's my good girl." Hyunjin thought your words were going to be the end of him, but when he heard you cum suddenly at the thought of soaking his cock, he couldn't hold back anymore, cumming with you with loud growls and grunts. His cum shooting out, covering his hand and lower chest.
You worked your way through your high listening to the heavy breathing coming from Hyunjin's end of the phone and then finally he let out a sigh a defeat.
"This just made me miss you more darling."
You let out a giggle as you descended from the cloud Hyunjin and your fingers had placed you on, "I miss you too handsome."
"I wanna see your pretty face." Hyunjin confessed, already requesting to change the phone call to a face time call with a press of his finger.
You moved too quickly toward your phone at the request ringtone and fumbled, your phone landing on the ground, but you made sure to rescue it from the floor, hurriedly accepting.
The screen changed to Hyunjin's flushed out face, the strands of his hair cascading around his face drenched in sweat, his lips slightly parted letting out heavy breaths as he tried to compose himself.
You looked so beautiful after an orgasm, swollen bottom lip from holding back moans, cheeks rosy and your hair ruffled cutely. He didn't say anything for a moment, just basking in how lucky he was to have someone like you. Until his moment was ruined by a text notification coming through.
Dwaekki 🐷🐰 I fucking hate you.
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erikahenningsen · 2 months
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47, rejanis?
47. “No one needs to know.”
Janis has always processed through art—drawing, painting, embroidery, her brief foray into stop-motion animation.
Rebuilding her friendships with Cady, Gretchen, Karen, and Regina in the summer after junior year is... a lot. Even after apologies and long conversations (and Damian's attempt to facilitate a restorative justice circle), there are some days that Janis feels angry, or sad, or guilty, or confused.
She's particularly confused about how she feels about Regina.
So she opens a new sketchbook, just for drawings of her friends. Some of them are just simple sketches of their picnic in the park or afternoons at Gretchen's backyard pool—and some of them are more elaborate, from the late nights when she can't stop replaying everything that happened in sixth grade over and over again in her mind.
Tonight, her sketchbook is forgotten upstairs in her room. Everyone has gathered in Janis's living room to watch movies and play video games—a pretty standard Saturday evening.
What has also become standard: intense arguments about whose turn it is with the controller.
"Oh my god," Regina shouts over Cady and Damian heatedly debating whether Cady's brief turn taking over the controller while Damian was in the bathroom counted as a full turn, rolling her eyes. "You're giving me a headache. Do I need to write your names down and put them in a hat?"
Janis snorts, Cady pauses. "That's probably a good idea, honestly."
Janis waves vaguely towards the stairs. "Grab some paper out of my room. It's in my desk."
It's a testament to how far they've come that Janis trusts Regina to go into her room, albeit only for a moment.
However, several minutes pass, and Regina doesn't come back.
"Did Regina die?" Damian asks, and Cady whacks him on the arm.
"Don't say that!" she scolds. "Regina did almost die. Like, recently."
"That was one time."
"I'm gonna see what's up," Janis cuts in, jogging up the stairs.
"Regina?" Janis calls, pushing the door to her room open further. And then freezes.
Regina's head whips up from where she's looking at Janis's sketchbook.
"I'm sorry!" Regina says quickly, taking a step back. "It... it was open. And I saw a picture of me. I wasn't trying to snoop."
Janis's first urge is to slam the sketchbook and tell Regina to get out of her room, out of her house. But Regina looks a little frightened, a little embarrassed, and Janis takes a deep breath and decides to give her the benefit of the doubt.
"It's fine," Janis says.
"These drawings..." Regina looks at the book again. "They're really beautiful."
Janis's cheeks heat a bit. Not every drawing in the sketchbook is of Regina but she is the subject of a lot of them.
"You're a good subject," Janis says, not realizing how flirty that might sound until Regina's eyes widen. But she doesn't take it back.
Regina taps a page, and Janis comes closer to see that it's a drawing of Regina from one of their pool days, from the beginning of the summer, seated on the edge of Gretchen's pool with her feet dangling the water, a soft smile on her face.
"This day," Regina says. "I hadn't been that happy in a long time."
Janis doesn't know what to say to that.
"Can I have it?" Regina asks softly, tentatively.
"I... I guess," Janis says "But can you not, like, show this to anyone? It's personal."
It might be a strange thing to say about a drawing of someone else, but Regina nods like she understands.
"No one needs to know," she says, reaching out and squeezing Janis's arm. "Thanks."
Janis's skin tingles where Regina's hand is and her stomach flips over, and all she can think is how she needs to draw this moment later.
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minicoffee00 · 6 months
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Fast Changes - Part 4 Azriel x Reader
Plot: You are Feyre’s younger twin and get sent into the Cauldron with your sisters coming out as high fae. What happens on this journey
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Warnings: Implied Spice
A few days had gone by and Azriel would bring Y/N food and take her out into the balcony for fresh air.
But he knew that eventually she’d have to meet Amren, she was the only one that would be able to help Y/N have any type of control over her powers.
She was helping Nesta and that seemed to be working, and they’d just figured out Elain was a Seer which had caused her to open up to the group more now that they knew why she so often spoke in riddles.
“How do you feel about seeing one other person today, someone that might be able to help you control these powers so that you don’t constantly feel what everyone else is feeling huh?” Azriel offered , hoping she’d be open to meeting Amren. He hadnt been around for two days and she'd stayed by herself in her room, watching for him on the balcony.
“Will it be painful? Also, my sister have you heard anything?” She inquires holding his hand. Azriel worked out after that first day of her tracing the lines of his body that she was very tactile with him. She didn’t want to be far from him, maybe it was the bond, maybe it was something else but he couldn’t be happier.
“Not one bit, Amren’s been working on controlling her emotions for you. So that she can help you, she’s done lots of research about your abilities” he says and pauses slightly before continuing, to catch a breath.
"And erm no, we haven't heard anything about Feyre" he mumbles.
“That’s very kind of her, to do that for me. I will meet with her. But I’d like you to stay in the room with me”
“Of course, now can I bring her in? She’s very keen” he asks his shadows whispering to him how Amren was pacing impatiently outside the door.
“Yes”
“Amren you can come in now” he shouts to her, Amren comes in, looking straight to the girl sat politely on her bed. They hadn’t really seen the girl recently, now that they worked out that Azriel could be around her, he was helping her with everything she needed.
“How does it feel, her being in here” Azriel asks sitting on the bed next to her, taking her smaller hand up in his, placing it on his lap.
“I can tell she’s … curious? But it’s not as harsh as it was the first time, it’s almost subdued” she says gazing over Amren.
“I’ve been practicing hard so that I can meet you girl. I’ve done research too, about what your powers are” Amren says placing a book down on the bed next to her open on the page she wanted her to read.
“I’m the cauldrons empath?” She asks as if Amren was pulling her leg.
“The mother appoints one, every 1000 years. Always from Prythian, but the court changes each time, it goes in order. Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Day, Dawn, Night” she explains showing the sketches in the book, explaining the cycle.
“What was the last court to have one?” She asks, if it was anything other than dawn then that would mean she wasn’t meant to be here.
“We aren’t sure, there’s no record kept of them, and depending on who it was, that court might not have wanted to disclose that they had one"
"So i might not belong here in the Night Court?" she asks sadly, the first court she had actually been in was Summer, was her fate there with Tarquin.
"You'll always have a place here in the Night Court! No matter what the Cauldron intended" Azriel said rubbing the side of her arm.
"Right lets begin with training shall we?" Amren indicates a nod coming from the newly fae girl, wanting to finally face her family without the pain.
After hours with Amren, and them working out how to put her powers in a lock box within, she was able to not feel anything Amren was feeling at all, just a slight buzzing around her head. Amren didn't think she'd adapt to it this quickly but was impressed at the progress the girl was showing.
"It'll be harder around people like Nesta, Rhys and Cassian who cant hide there emotions that well. But I've told them to behave at dinner" she smiles before sauntering out the room.
"Rhys just informed me dinner is in ten minutes, Amren thinks you'll be ready to be around the others, she wants to see how well you can cope"
"With that many?" she asks slightly uncomfortable worried she wouldn't be able to hold that shield up around that many people for such a prolonged period of time.
"You'll be fine and we can leave together at any point" he says taking her hand and walking down the stairs with her.
As she walks, she starts to feel everyone in the dining room, slowly she blocks each of them out. By the time she's at the hallway and walks in, she looks strained.
"Y/N?" Nesta asks looking at her sister that she hadnt seen in a while.
"Sugar?" Feyre asks making her gasp, Feyre was back and she wasn't injured. Why had no-one told her she was back yet.
"You came back?" she says in a quiet voice, watching over her sister next to Rhys who had a firm grip on her knee, as if to hold her there so she couldn't leave him again.
"Of course i came back. This is my home. Where my family are!" she smiles.
"When... when did you get back" she asks, she didn't feel Azriel guide her into a seat until she felt herself being slowly pushed down into the seat.
"Only yesterday, i've been healing since. Azriel and Cassian found myself and Lucien in the winter court"
"You lied to me" Y/N asks turning to Azriel with a frown, she was upset with him. She'd asked about her sister today and he said he didn't know.
"Don't blame Azriel. I asked him not to tell you anything as he told me you were opening up to him a little bit and that he was asking you about Amren today" she explains. The youngest twin deemed it smart to attempt to open up her abilities to just Feyre to see if she was lying herself to protect Azriel.
However opening that door, seemed to open all the others up and an overwhelming sense of different emotions hit her. She snapped that wall back up, grunting at the feeling in her head. Y/N stood back up, trying to ground herself to something.
"I'm sorry for making him lie to you really!" she smiles pulling her sister into a hug, after brushing Rhys' hand away, a small growl coming from his mouth at the action.
"I missed you! How have you been?" she asks quietly. A small smile forming on Y/N's mouth.
"Being with Azriel has helped, he's the only quiet one" she whispers but it doesn't go unheard by the wondering ears of the rest of the group, a large belly laugh coming from Cassian's direction, making Mor and Rhys chuckle in recognition.
"Come, lets enjoy this meal together. All of us as a united family" Rhys smiles pulling at the edge of Feyre's dress directing her to sit back down. Y/N joins her and starts dishing up, seeing how Azriel was reclined and rubbing his temples she started to plate his food up for him. Mash potatoes, some braised beef, some beans and other greens.
"Az, here eat" she says tapping his outter thigh offering the food over to him. Cassian seeing the observation chokes on his drink. There was an odd change of smell in the room under Y/N's nose that she couldn't decipher.
Rhys watched the interaction curiously to see what Azriel would do, he gulps down some of the wine in the goblet he was holding.
"Can we talk outside for a second?" he asks and she nods sending confused looks around the room.
"What's wrong Az?" she queries.
"You know we are mates?" he asks and she nods, grabbing onto his shaking hands, making him sigh.
"The female accepts the bond by offering the male food, and"
"And i did that by plating up your food" she whispers.
"Yes, I don't want to eat it. Unless you knowingly put that there" he sighs, eyes more glassy than normal.
But i'd had enough, enough of not being in control of my own mind, and not being able to understand the difference between my emotions and everyone elses that flowwed through me. But this choice was mine, and for the first time since being kidnapped by Hybern my mind was clear on a decision. I wanted to accept this bond that fated myslef and Azriel together.
I grabbed his hand, dragging him back to the dining room. I sit him down, before forking up some of the food, so it was a mixture of flavours all at once, how i'd observed Azriel liked to eat his foods. I thrusted the fork towards him, offering it to him, more forcefully than the accidental first time.
Cassian gasps seeing the interaction, a small look over to Nesta, hoping to god it would be them one day.
"Are you sure?" Azriel asks making her nod.
"My head has been either so empty or so full since Hybern, but whenever I'm around you i feel human again, and that feels great, because its the most i feel at home... anywhere. I haven't accepted the consequences of being forced into the Cauldron yet but with you by my side i think that's less of a burden to bare" she explains, tears coming to his eyes. She had just told him she loved him in a million different ways, something he had yearned for.
"Okay then, feed me" he says, he opens his mouth slowly cupping a hand under as he sees the fork move forward. As he chews, every grind makes the bond stronger and by the time he has finished off the plate he looks up at her both their eyes shining.
All he wanted to do was pound her into the dining room table while he mouth nibbled on the sensitive bit of her neck that he knew would have her whining and whimpering. But he knew, he knew she wasn't ready for that yet, so he held himslef against the table, breathing in and out before placing a kiss on her head.
Claps came from around the table, apart from Nesta and Elain, who was silently asking questions to Lucien who sat next to her, knowing Nesta wouldn't be able to answer them either.
"Congrats brother" Rhys smiles across the table holding his glass up before drinking the rest of its contents.
Y/N couldn't actually stop looking at Azriel the rest of the night, enjoying the safe and content feeling she was receiving through the bond.
This had her not straining to hold up the mental barries all night, as Azriels mind being one with hers now, almost helped holding them up with her.
TAGLIST:
@cat-or-kitten @sstrohma @horneybeach1 @its-sam-allgood @starryhiraeth @xcastawayherosx
A/N: So i know there are POV changes like mad in this but thats the creative and stylistic choice to show how foggy Y'N's mind is throughout this series.
Potentially some SMUT, dare i say in the next part!
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sameschmidtdiffname · 27 days
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I’m so fond of Soft for her Loved Ones Katniss and a Peeta who knows his grumpy wife is the soft one. I think that he always knew she was soft since he saw her with Prim, and that was part of him realizing she loved him. “She lets me get away with murder and my smile and baby blues get me anything”.
On a serious note, I do feel like during their growing back together period, Katniss is just so incredibly gentle and careful with Peeta when she can be. Like when they get close enough they're back to spending every day (every hour, every minute) together again Peeta has to barely suggest something before Katniss is up and running to get it for him. He nics himself once with an exacto knife during a project and Katniss is suddenly all "Doctor Everdeen" again and Peeta 'never had genuine care and affection growing up' Mellark, who somewhat remembers how she used to care for him pre-hijacking, is just slowly melting at every fret and touch, just watching her care with the biggest, lovesick puppy eyes he's ever had because it was tortured out of him to remember how nice it feels to be genuinely cared for.
I feel like this is even more exaggerated by the fact that after Mockingjay Katniss and Peeta I think switch some aspects of their personality. Like I would imagine Peeta is more akin to Katniss at the beginning of the series with falling in love now because he's very skeptical even though he can now remember how he used to feel, but that's like a completely different person in his head almost, so it's more a theory than a memory. So everytime Katniss is kind or loving to him at first he's nice about everything while internally semi distrustful of the whole thing, and definitely not fond of the idea of allowing himself to be vulnerable. Meanwhile Katniss has switched to needing validation and affection so bad it hurts, but knowing she can't demand it because that's not fair to Peeta so she just pours as much love as she feels she's allowed into all of her actions without trying to reveal her state of longing for him because she's just glad he's returned to her period. It doesn't have to be romantic.
I also feel like this would apply to when Katniss has nightmares and Peeta eventually begins comforting her via physical touch. I think it would be extremely obvious how touch starved Katniss is post-Mockingjay even though she tries to hide it for Peetas sake, and eventually Peeta just can't handle not doing whatever he can to help ease her mind, even if it's just holding her hand (which helps a lot) until all the subdued feelings just come pouring out that night they finally confess while tangled in their bedsheets.
Once they're well settled into their relationship? Peeta is 1000% abusing his husband privileges. One time he's three days into a painting project, there's acrylics all over the floor and Katniss tries to clean up but Peeta is insistent that it's fine because once they dry he can just scrape them off the floor with a washcloth. No, really honey, I used to do this all the time, as he pushes her quickly out the door of his study because he's way too invested to chit-chat and wants her to be surprised by the work anyways (he likes the praise from her seeing it go from a rough sketch to a full blown painting, especially since it's turned into a where's Waldo situation of her looking for themselves in his paintings.) And then he goes to clean up the paint himself only to realize this is really nice paint that has stained really nice Capitol-grade imported wood and it is not coming out. Katniss is fully aware of what happened the minute Peeta comes home rambling quickly about these "wonderful rugs Effie had" and "I just had to get one for the house" because "It's good luck" and he'll tell her about it some other time, he's gotta get this rug upstairs. Ignore any bumps you hear! (She does not. The bump is Peeta falling down the stairs cuz his prosthetic glitched and between the giant woven rug and his natural clumsiness that fucker went down.) But she doesn't say anything because he has this stupid smile as he presents her with three paintings and a basket of cheese rolls because he just loves her so much, that's all.
Then there's one time a load of laundry goes missing and Peeta is just insistent that the clothes must be in some odd corner unwashed, even though she could've sworn she put that load in the wash. So for two weeks straight she's just constantly thinking about this load, sometimes getting out of bed in the midst of the night when she can't sleep anyways to look for the damn clothes because they're obviously somewhere. Clothes don't move. But then her husband starts asking her to give up, they'll pop up sooner or later, and she's starting to wonder why he's baking so much bread. Like, lots of bread. Bread with cheese, or honey, or nuts. Just constantly kneading dough in their kitchen while chewing on his bottom lip, lost in thought. And at first she's convinced she's actually losing it. Maybe she's starting to have black out episodes. Is that even possible? To do something and just have absolutely no memory of the event at all? What if she starts hurting people during these episodes? What if she's already hurting people while she's in these episodes?? And that's why Peeta is so nervous now???
She's got an appointment with Dr. Aurelius next week, she'll bring it up to him. Peeta is definitely hiding something from her. But then one day after she comes home from her hunting trip, longing for her favorite sweater instead of the one she's wearing today, Peeta is beaming in the kitchen saying he found the load and it's all washed and hung up in the closet. "Oh, it was just behind the washer! Who knows how it got there."
Except Katniss knows she checked behind the washer. Three times, actually. And Peeta doesn't smile like that naturally. So she's not crazy, and Peeta has got something going on. So, when they go to bed that night, Katniss waits for three hours before she finally slips out of bed, knowing he's too konked out at this point to notice her missing and sneaks into his study to see what all could be in there. And after an hour of looking, she doesn't find anything, and now she feels bad for suspecting something and going through her husband's things. She's about to click off the light when she notices a bottle of oil paint missing in a set she'd bought for Peeta a little while ago for his birthday. And things start clicking together. Because first off, he doesn't go through paints that fast. Second off, even if he does, he never throws away the bottles. Like, ever. There is an entire drawer filled with empty bottles and such of paint and other supplies partially because Peeta needs to remember the names or brands, and partially because Peeta hates the idea of potentially wasting something unless he is fully convinced it's done. Which he never is.
It takes one day before he confesses, and when he does it's because Katniss casually mentions how her favorite sweater doesn't seem to have an old snag from when her ring caught on the yarn and nearly ripped a hole in the arm. And that's how she finds out Peeta accidently left a poorly closed bottle of azure blue paint in his pants pocket and not even Effie had been able to save the load, so she helped him reorder everything. Thus why he's been stress baking. And Katniss is way too entertained to be mad because at this point, there's no better reprimand than the one Peeta has given himself.
But idk tho. I don't think about them much :)
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butmakeitgayblog · 3 months
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I think I speak for everyone when I say the answer to “Y'all want a lil snippet? 👀” will ALWAYS be HELL YES WE DO! No matter which story.
That's cuz you guys are sweet 🥰
Ok, it's only mildly edited and also my first attempt at canon. So, please lmk what you think, but be gentle 🥺 👉👈
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A tap against the door barely breaks the silence of the night for how soft it is. The sound makes Clarke's stomach swoop with elation and a wonderful sense of dread as the hairs on her arms rise on end. Instinct has her grabbing up her knife and resting a hand on the pistol at her hip again. She slips away from the table, back to the very edge of the shadows, prepared to sink further into the darkness that cloaks the farthest corners depending on what comes through the door that eases open.
Her own heartbeat pops like gunshots as Clarke holds her breath, watching. Waiting. But the fingers that wrap around the wood have her sighing in instant relief. 
She knows those fingers intimately.
The hinges whine in protest at being shaken yet again from their slumber after such a good long sleep. Still, they obey, and twist enough to allow a head of intricate braids to ease past. Clarke's heart jumps to her throat when the head turns and surveys the candlelit room, eyes as dark as the kohl mask that surrounds them sweeping from one corner to the next, before landing squarely on her.
A flurry of emotions wash through Clarke at the silent stare that seems to stretch far past dawn. It feels as though days pass in the static silence that hangs between them in the cramped space of the room, despite it surely only being a handful of seconds. It is The Commander who breaks the moment and slips the rest of the way inside, of that there is no doubt. Her shoulder guard, sword, and dagger strapped to a lean thigh scrape against the wood as she squeezes herself in through the gap - all the trappings that mark this meeting as purely business. 
Clarke's heart sinks.
The door shuts with a thump that echoes in Clarke's ears long after it's settled in its frame. The sight of her causes some piece of Clarke to uncoil in violent release of breath, like a spring let loose from its point of tension just to wobble and fall riotously still. Dark eyes stare at her in silence. Reminding Clarke so vividly of her first weeks here on the ground. Their depths carry the memories of alliances born and broken in the deathly quiet of night. Of trust found and lost, of promises made and broken, back when she'd gone toe to toe with the foreboding commander of the blood and somehow lived to tell about it. 
The glittering pools of those eyes seem endless against the burnished amber of the room's candle light. But… Despite looking every bit as menacing as she had in those early days before Clarke had seen the girl beneath the warrior, Clarke can't help seeing the tenderness she knows is patiently waiting underneath. She can see it in the way her throat flexes with a swallow as Lexa takes another step into the room.
"You came."
The hand holding her knife drops back down to her side as Clarke lets out a whisper of a laugh. “Of course I did.”
The thought of anything else twists like snakes in the pit of Clarke's stomach. The question that laces the words feeling almost like a slap to the face. Lexa had asked her to meet here. After so many weeks of one-way messages being delivered and left unanswered, the slip of scroll with a crudely sketched map next to a date and time had felt like a lifeline. After everything, in what alternate timeline would Clarke have entertained being anywhere else?
Lexa's eyes scan her face, trace her shoulders, fall to her feet and back up. “You're well?”
Horrible, unimaginable thoughts race through Clarke's mind. Thoughts of crying, of collapsing in a relieved, exhausted heap at the Heda's feet. Thoughts of crossing the room and flinging herself against the commander's chest just to feel the strength of those arms cradle her close and make things simpler again. It's a humiliating collection of scenes that play through Clarke's head in the seconds that they stand there simply watching each other. Neither moving. Neither breaching the chasm that divides them. 
All Clarke does is lean heavier against the wall behind her. “Yes, Lexa. I'm, I'm fine… You?”
Lexa's chin dips in the mere suggestion of a nod instead of answering, but Clarke hopes that she is reading the lines that flex along the edges of her eyes for what they are: a chip in the armor. A crack in the facade. An acknowledgment that, maybe, Lexa had been as nervous for this meeting as her.
Whatever the emotion is, it's gone as quickly as it came, because it's all business when Lexa draws herself up a moment later. Her body falls into its second-nature stance of a queen ruling from the steps of her throne. Even in the absence of her halo of antler horns, the effect is just as striking. 
Lexa's hands tuck neatly together at the front and her shoulders set, she nods toward the table between them. “Your last correspondence suggested you have news?”
The tap-clunk, tap-clunk of Heda's boots against the neglect-brittled flooring as she steps to the table is enough to startle Clarke from her staring. Apparently the time for pleasantries was over. She loops her way around to stand beside the commander as Lexa takes in her every move with that cool, detached gaze she seems to have down to a science. 
It's unnerving. No, she thinks. Not unnerving. Rather it's… Disarming. Penetrating in how it cuts Clarke down to the bone. That constant sensation of Lexa's eyes on her, taking in Clarke's every minute act and twitch of her face as she upturns the rest of the contents of her bag into a pile on the table. She'd forgotten the exact flush that inches up her neck whenever she feels that weighted stare on her. 
In a crowded council meeting, across a village bustling with life. Far too often than is strictly necessary: exactly three damn inches from her own face. In the beginning, Clarke had wondered if such blatant disregard for personal space was simply a Woods clan quirk. But in the preceding months on the ground she's learned that lapse in skaikru etiquette is most definitely just a, ‘Lexa Thing’.
But whatever the distance or cause, Clarke finds herself entirely too aware of herself whenever Lexa's eyes land on her. Which does nothing to help steady her hand as she lays out the newer sketches of Arkadia she'd painstakingly prepared in the days prior. Nor does it make her find the specific page she'd marked in her journal any faster. Flashing past sketches of hands draped across furs, collarbones bruised by fervent lips, past drawings of tattoos committed to memory put down on paper without pause.
“So, things are… progressing,” Clarke says more to buy her time than anything. She sets the journal down and slides the nearest candle closer to better read the script of her own writing. Lexa leans her hands on the table next to Clarke's as she looks over the pages. Clarke only lets her eyes dash to the inch of space between them before continuing on. “The, um, the first month was basically a lost cause because I was stuck in solitary—”
“Your messenger informed me,” Lexa interjects in an expelled breath, tight lipped in its delivery, but adding nothing more. 
Clarke nods to that, knowing she herself had been the one who made sure the information was delivered. Because three nights into her confined stay at “home” had been all it took for Lexa's, admittedly dramatic, words of ‘You've been living with their enemy. If it were me, I would kill you on the spot’ to begin ringing continuously in her ears. Knowing her own tendencies to always brace for the worse, the decision had been easy. With little more than a scrap of napkin and chip of charcoal from the remnants of her drawing set, Clarke had sent word with Octavia - the only one she trusted to wriggle her way in and out of Ark without detection - to pass the whereabouts of her status along. 
Still, Clarke rolls her eyes for good measure.
“Right. And, as you also know,” she says with a pointed edge to her words, “these last few months have been… difficult. But I'm making ground.”
It feels like a race against the clock explaining what she's been doing the past few months since they parted ways - convey in carefully selected tidbits of information how the days trickle by only inches or miles. Nothing in between. It sounds feeble to her own ears, the lack of tangible progress to show the commander undoubtedly growing impatient with the ever troublesome Skaikru, but Clarke barrels on with each lack of response from Lexa whenever she dares to pause for breath. Doesn't give the Heda time to point out the finer points of her lackluster coup, thus far. 
She leaves out any glimpses into her days that her better judgment tells her to keep hidden. Ones that allude to exactly how precarious the situation is behind the Ark's heavily gated walls. Like the fact that she had to run for her life the second she crossed the skaikru boundary - that sneaking past the commander's own kill-order guard wasn't the thing that had spiked her adrenaline, but rather the trigger happy guards set to walk the parameter. The ones collared with a kill order of their own. 
Every glance at the commander leaves Clarke grasping for another sentence. Something more to prove that this time hasn't passed in vain. But it all feels empty under the scrutiny of the woman standing at attention beside her, not a twitch of muscle or bend of brow giving any of the Heda's thoughts away. 
She's just staring. In that arresting way only Lexa seems able to do. Eyes a midnight slate wiped clean of emotion, brittle in their vacuum of light - iris and pupil so cloaked in the shadow of her war paint it's hard to discern between the two. 
A near quarter mark of the candle burns in rifts of her fumbling vibrato and drops of spilled oily wax, when the air becomes more stifling at Lexa's sudden shift closer. Near enough Clarke can feel her body heat slice clean through the cold. “I'll admit, at times it's like pulling teeth. Everything is always two steps forward, one step back with them. But I promise, Lexa, my people— Our people, they're getting restless with—”
“Have you slept?” 
The question lands like a punch just below the ribs, the softness of Lexa's voice feeling almost violent as it slices through the ringing in Clarke's ears. It cuts her off as effectively as clamping in vice grip around her throat. The skim of a glove-clad knuckle against her cheek makes her sway. She'd almost forgotten such tenderness actually existed in this world.
Her eyes flutter closed and she leans into the touch without a thought. The table wobbles under Clarke's hands as she gives up the fight and sags her weight onto her palms. She opens her mouth to assure the commander just how fine she is despite the display, but—
“Not much,” is all Clarke can manage in the sudden exhaustion that floods her bones. “I try. When I can, but…”
The knuckle slips down to bend a delicate hook around her chin. It curls inward, turning her face with it. Eyes darkened in shadow and half-spent candlelight take their time with her, searching for everything Clarke doesn't have the energy to say. Time expands and contracts to the razor point of a knife, plunging itself into her most vital, beating organ in those few precious moments when Lexa simply holds her there. Giving her every chance to pull away. 
Despite all the unanswered questions and emotions that still linger between them - doubt, mistrust, hunger, betrayal - Clarke doesn't have the words to explain why she can't make herself move even one inch away. Or… exactly how much she doesn't particularly want to. 
“Clarke,” Lexa whispers in an exhale that sounds like it's been held since the day Clarke had left her standing there in her room. She is so close Clarke can measure the exact flutter of her lashes as she warms under the chilled puff from her lips. In her silence, Lexa inches closer, leaning down enough to bring her forehead to Clarke's. Barely close enough for the touch to tickle against the fine hairs of her skin, but Clarke feels its burn everywhere. “Breathe.”
Fingers fan out and smooth along her neck. The feel of them tangling in the curls that cling to her skin send a shiver down Clarke's spine. It makes her tip forward, press fuller into the steeled softened woman all but propping her up, trusting Lexa to accept even more of Clarke's burdens as her own.
“It's hard sleeping there now,” Clarke admits. It feels like a weight lifting off of her shoulders just releasing that truth into the world. But the guilt of it lingers. Because how can she explain that the stale air and metal of the Ark's inner workings that used to give her a sense of peace and safety, doesn't anymore? How can she explain that despite her duty, and her unyielding love for her people… none of it feels like home anymore? How can she explain that between the darkest hours of midnight and the breaking of every dawn, feelings of home come in memories of incense scented furs, and a breeze that winds through cracked windows of a certain tower?
Most nights she pushes the feeling away. Stares at the rust lined rivets and peeling paint of her quarters on the Ark, chastising herself for just how far she's drifted from being that girl who crashed down from the stars. 
Clarke pulls back and meets the worry that lingers in Lexa's eyes with a wry smile. “The war drums beating twenty-four seven don't particularly help.”
There's something endearing about the guilt that creeps into Lexa's stare. “It's strategic.”
“I gathered as much. Is the strategy to drive everyone insane?”
Clarke finds Lexa's hand when she sighs and lets her arm drop, unwilling to break all contact just yet. Not after so many weeks apart. The shadow of Heda's eyes slant down to the touch and linger there, watching the way Clarke's hand holds hers. “Not… entirely.”
“Lexa, that really isn't—”
“I need your people to see what being part of the coalition means. And more, what breaking from it will bring,” Lexa cuts her off. The tenderness with which she laces her fingers through Clarke's is starkly at odds with the frustration that bleeds into her words. “All that most of them know is what they have heard from your chancellor, or decisions made before they were one of my clans. They take no time to see things beyond the gates of Arkadia. But now it is there. We are there so they can see the strength in our numbers. The unity in which we fight. They can see with their own eyes the safety that comes from being with us.”
It's annoying that an argument doesn't immediately spring to Clarke's mind, even as the more stubborn pieces of herself howl a tinny echo of revolt. But her exhaustion keeps her quiet. The higher reasoning within her, too. All the pieces of herself that have heard the misgivings of so many of her fellow Skaikru, and still know that what Lexa is saying is… not technically wrong.
“And the dangers of being against you,” Clarke tacks on just for the hell of it, sighing as she untangles their fingers and turns to lean back on the table. “I understand that, Lexa, I do. But I'm not entirely sure if psychological warfare is the right tactic given the circumstances.”
The shuffled thunk of Lexa's boot as she steps closer is enough to pull Clarke's gaze back to her. “While a show of strength is a factor, that is not the only goal here, Clarke. And I believe you know that.” 
Again, the lack of obvious points to needle at or undermine is infuriating, because what Lexa says is true. Because the boundary of warriors that stretch off in the distance does do so much more than stand guard over the lines of the blockade.
The first flood of the kongeda infantry that had erected the initial boundary of the kill-order came in a wave of tents, fanfare, and flying coalition flags. Axes and hammers had split through the surrounding trees like warm butter to make room for large temporary settlements, each dotting the forest eye-line with the colors and symbols of the twelve clans. At every angle from the watchtower's view from the Ark, the only sight that mingled within the sea of forestry was warriors of the coalition converging in a united front. Floukru beside Sankru. Yujleda beside Ingranrona. Azgeda camped close, under guarded Trikru eyes. 
It hadn't taken long for the second wave to join them. And then a third right on its heels. Even warriors from the Capitol join their ranks - faces covered in familiar streaks of warpaint, ones that Clarke had spoken to personally within the beating heart of Polis itself peppered throughout the encampments to stand vigil among the festivities. All bringing with them a level of noise that Clarke knew meant the warriors must have been given explicit orders to be as loud as humanly possible. The weeks that had followed had been nothing but an unending cacophony that surrounded Arkadia on all sides. 
Each day the forest filled with the sounds of relentless training from each settled camp; the singing clash of swords and the whistled-thump of arrows, blotted only by seconds of eerie silence between rounds. But the nights. The night's were somehow even worse. A fresh hell with every setting sun. Because after full days of training, the warriors are allowed to rest at ease. Under a canopy of stars, the air swells in a clattering of music that mingles with the steady beat of the war drum. Each night the forest echoes with the roar of their laughter as the salty perfume of mead and slowly roasted meats hangs heavy in the noses of Skaikru.
Clarke understands the strategy for what it is: a mindfuck on all fronts. An unambiguous message to the village of invaders-turned-kru directly from Heda herself. A truth simply waiting to be accepted. You're either with us, or you're against us. Flourish beside us, or wither within your cage. I understand your struggles - your hunger and your fear. And while one day all of our bodies will return to salt the earth, carrying on this way only ensures that death is far, far more miserable. Either way. We're thriving.
And we are not going anywhere.   
It's an effective strategy, if not polarizing in its delivery, at least as far as messaging goes. Though to be perfectly honest, at the core of Clarke’s frustration is the fact that she hadn't exactly been prepared to deal with the pain in the ass fallout of yet another political pissing match to begin the second she'd slunk back to the place she once considered home. 
Lexa reaches out and picks Clarke's hands up from where they'd fallen against her lap in a sigh of utter defeat. “I'm not trying to make things more difficult for you. Our agendas are the same, Clarke. And I think, given time… they will see it too.”
“Yes, but when you called for the blockade I was expecting, like, a sentry or two. Not a thousand warriors practicing their knife skills and having nightly feasts.” If Clarke squeezes Lexa's hands back a few hundred pascals tighter than strictly necessary, the commander has the grace not to show it.
“That had been the plan. Initially. I had every intention of waiting Pike out. But then, after we… After everything…” 
Clarke feels her heart wobble at the flex of Lexa's jaw. “What?”
“I felt… inclined to hurry the process along. I do want to give you time to work within your ranks, because I trust you, and I know how capable you are. But also I—” Lexa falters, then swallows. Gives the barest shake of her head, her eyes staying glued to the hands held within her own as she visibly forces herself to speak. “Selfishly, I want this conflict finished as soon as possible.”
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freuleinanna · 2 years
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It's always trauma o'clock somewhere! Especially for these kids who had to come home and lie about why they returned from the camp a day later. They hardly had a chance to unpack the recent trauma, but I think this is how the HQ massacre affected their lives afterwards.
Jacob, as many others, chose a half-truth and told his parents that some jerk broke the car to stay with his girlfriend. He omitted the part where that jerk was him. Couldn't bear that guilt.
He was a decent swimmer and wanted to maybe take it professionally, but the next time he found himself at the pool, he completely froze at the signal. He never dived in that day. He stared at the blue-tiled water, and he saw the chains and the overblown body.
He found Emma on Instagram and, for a while, he was checking it obsessively, hoping she'd talk about what happened or mention it in some way, any way. He wanted to stop being so alone in knowing the truth and living with it. Emma never did that.
Emma, actually, fell silent for almost 2 months after her return. She'd speak the bare minimum, but never an actual conversation, never a joke. The happy, bubbly girl simply wasn't there. Her parents even took her to a teen therapist with little to no result.
Emma had stopped streaming for a while, although she still kept her Insta. One time she almost posted a selfie from that day, before the nightfall. Almost.
Some time later, she set up a really non-Emma-esque live stream. She was sitting in silence, looking at the sunset, the comment section was overflowing, and sometimes Emma would pick a question to answer from there. Many thought she was doing some sort of spiritual cleanse. She only spoke without a prompt for the first time when she saw Abi joining the stream.
For Abi, it was nightmares. That simple, that efficient. Dark forests, mist, dangerous beasts lurking around. What else to screw with the sleep of a sweet, tender person?
Movies on the background didn't help. Music didn't help. Drawing made everything worse, because in every shape, form, and shadow, beasts were lurking. Whenever she'd pick up a pencil to sketch, she left monsters on the paper. Wherever she looked, she saw monsters. Monsters always looked just a little bit like Nick.
It went on until the night she looked Emma up on Insta and, by pure coincidence, got to her live stream.
Nick blocked most of it out. There wasn't much to remember, but some memories still bled through.
He became the snack guy, the guy who always had something to chew on. It was a small quirk nobody was really paying attention to, but its trail led back to the only thing he did remember: hunger.
Whenever he emailed, Abi never replied.
Ryan, on the contrary, was replying to and receiving a LOT of emails. He was the one to send all the evidence to the Bizarre Yet Bonafide studio, and he also kept in touch with a few other Hacketteers, including Kaitlyn and Dylan.
Another thing he did is meticulously go through all his favorite media (TV & films mostly) and unbooked/deleted everything that dealt with guns being shot or vivid descriptions of wild animals (or their victims). This took him several hard days, but he finally felt safer when he did it.
He only watched something new if Dylan watched it first and gave him an okay.
Dylan, as opposed to Ryan, consumed horror content like his life depended on it. At some point, he even had a special notepad with details of how to defeat or protect yourself from all supernatural dangers and their mother. He kept this notepad on him at all times and often re-read it.
Getting used to not having a hand was slightly easier than he expected. What wasn't easy? That one time when his dad asked him to bring him sth to work. His father, a crane conductor on a construction site, did not expect his grown son to have a full-blown panic attack over a pb&j.
On the other hand (his joke, not mine), he got really close with Ryan and Kat, and they were planning a getaway together.
Kaitlyn was the one to propose the getaway. Despite the general total mindfuck, she managed to keep a cool head on the night of, and, surprisingly, it didn't cost her a hand and a leg (her joke, not mine!)
Thus, she became a healer. Reaching out, making sure. Helping. She didn't make it her sacred goal to help all others, but she tried, and that's what counts.
She kept tabs on Jacob especially. She knew he'd never ask for help. He didn't have to ask. That's what best friends are for.
Max never met any of those people, except Emma. That one time he bit his lip and nearly puked because he thought he remembered the taste of blood.
He topped his steak-cooking up to inventing the well-well-well-done steak without any possibility of there being blood.
Mostly, he just wasn't sure if he knew his own nature anymore. As the whole night was blocked in his mind, he could only trust Laura. And he did. The fact that she looked at him even more lovingly than before told him that if she trusts him, if she loves him, than it's okay.
Laura did trust him and loved him. But she also ran a gazillion of drills per week and kept at least two take-and-run bags in the house, and one in a special place. Clothes, flashlights, crackers, compass, you name it. She was an amateur that last time. Now she was ready for anything.
She took up running as well. She continued with vet studies. Even years after, the first thought that sprung to her mind if someone was butten by an animal was: CUT THE FUCKING LIMB.
Max kept her grounded with his laugh and his honest, sincere warmth. She could have gone really cold inside if it wasn't for him.
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cozyjae · 1 year
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traveling with nct dream 🏝️
(a/n: obviously these r not 100% accurate and i haven’t been everywhere on this list lol and these r just a very romanticized ideas. i just thought it would be cute to write about how each of them would vacation differently.)
going to la with mark... sleeping on your shoulder during the flight, matching oversized hoodies and masks, your morning entails a lot of google maps and getting lost for around 30 minutes, wandering around the same streets laughing and counting how many times you pass the same mural, mark stops to buy overpriced ice cream from a street vender insisting he’s making up for typing the wrong address into the gps app, you walk almost all day site seeing and taking photos, laughing so much your stomach hurts, being exhausted by the time you get back to the hotel, taking a quiet shower together before eating too much room service in plush robes, movie marathon on his laptop in bed because you’re both jet lagged, you fall asleep eventually with your head tucked into the crook of his neck, listening to his steady breathing.
going to sydeny with renjun... he’s very organized and has done a lot of research and planning beforehand, has about 30 tabs open in his phone and a shared google doc with intense plans, will twirl around in happiness once you finally check into your room, flopping down onto your bed, arguing about who gets to eat the fancy chocolate on the bed, both like feeling like an adult, laughs with and at you, does rock paper scissors for who has to handle all of the public interactions, wants to go to hidden cool places and not all the popular tourist attractions, you take a ferry and he not so subtly sketches you while you watch the scenery.
going to montreal with jeno… always wearing his glasses, is always smiley, entertained by whatever you’re entertained by, loves seeing you excited, it’s relaxing just to be there with him, he’s always warm and cuddly, walking around town with the overwhelming urge to go back to your hotel room and chill, get take out because you’re both introverted af, a very responsible excited puppy, wants to see everything, taste test a lot of gummies, sweet kisses, ‘just a few more minutes in bed’ famous last words before you spend another hour rolling around in bed, his sister sends you both cat babysitting updates, drags you to the hotel gym, makeout in the hotel pool, likes taking pictures of you, gets really into the art museum there, over packs hand warmers and scarves because he doesn’t want you to be cold.
going to amsterdam with donghyuck...going to the van gogh museum, buying a lot of sunflower painting souvenirs because they remind you of him, a lot of coffee shops, staying up all night then drinking copious amounts of coffee in the morning, complains to you about walking everywhere but will also complain that you’re walking too slow, shares his drinks with you, walking in the morning with sunglasses on slightly hungover, mimosas at brunch, staying in bed until the afternoon, feeling like you probably need a supervisor, jisung facetimes you both attempting to be said supervisor, go clubbing and then end up back at the hotel a few hours later doing face masks together.
going to miami with jaemin... being tired and jet lagged together in the hotel before dragging yourselves out at night to find something to eat, laughing and mumbling things to each other while trying to navigate around the city, shoulders bumping each other, he takes so many pictures of you that it looks like your solo vacation, his finger thumbs over your cheek, a lot of pda, buys you matching cheesy couple tourist items, matching i love miami t shirts and keychains, beach days with sun kissed skin, insisting he lathers sunscreen on you, he definitely looks like a cliche tourist, could whip out a fanny pack at any second and will somehow make it look good.
going to shanghai with chenle... takes you to a theme park and begs you to ride all the extreme, slightly insane rollercoasters, buys those photos that are taken during the ride to make fun of you and to put in his wallet , making you his favorite ramen, introducing you proudly to his family, taking you to his all of his favorite places growing up, you end up playing around in a park like you’re kids, laughing loudly in public, tugging your hand along because you’re walking too slow for him, always ready to go somewhere, babysitting his nephew, now has decided he wants a child, agrees to wait a few years after he plays video games for five hours straight that afternoon.
going to jeju with jisung...tucking flowers shyly behind your ear, not wearing enough sun screen and then scolding him, bare feet running in the hot sand, playing and splashing around in the water like kids, the wind making your hair go wild as he laughs at you but then insists on fixing it, gets easily embarrassed in front of you, your first vacation together, your first time sharing the bed, he’s always shy, the dreamie groupchat texts you for updates, the dreamies also place bets on how long it will take for him to kiss you (only until the first night btw), hand holding at night, cuddles and fuzzy socks.
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so since @i-bring-crack gave me the idea now I’m having a brainrot so here we are
‘Tired salaryman transmigrates into other world, decides to chill and accidentally completes the main quest without knowing so’, the thread
- jinchul is your average day to day salaryman who’s exceptional in his field but his life is so repetitive and boring he rarely questions what he does daily, even on weekends he mostly sleeps or works because there’s nothing else to do (he’s like me fr—)
- one night he was returning home after a really hard day at work, one of very few instances where he overworked even by his own standards. he was sleepy and tired enough not to notice moon being too bright and shadows dancing at weird angles around him. he did feel like someone was watching him whole way home so he sped up his walking and that’s exactly how he accidentally fell through one of shadows after stepping on it
- he doesn’t remember everything after that that much, but next thing he knows is that he’s laying in a comfortable bed. then apparently he wakes up in a strange room that kinda looks something straight out of historical drama but also something out of those isekai fantasy novels teenagers love to read. which is even more confusing when a man enters the room. that’s when jinchul realizes he has no idea what language this man speaks.
- apparently after several hours of struggling to communicate mostly through sign language and awkward drawings/sketches, jinchul more or less understands that he’s either sleeping after overworking too much or he’s really been thrown into other world (time??) without any knowledge. Go Gun-Hee (as he suspects man’s name is because he pointed at himself and said it several times) was nice enough to host poor man with amnesia and so is his wife. jinchul is a man of gratitude and considering his position he’s more than happy to help around their estate for sheltering him while also borrowing language books from their library. thank god his company made him learn several languages for business reasons.
- after some time jinchul is able to read and talk in their language so living becomes slightly better. history books of this world provide more context so yes, he’s apparently in some kind of different world where magic exists. he should freak out by this point but honestly when freaking out helped in any situation. there’s whole kingdom, there’s local religion, there’s so much he actually needs to memorize. jinchul is actually glad basic accounting rules from his world work here too so with time jinchul becomes gunhee’s accountant.
- jinchul hates coffee but only after arriving here and seeing there’s no such thing as coffee, jinchul realizes he might’ve been a caffeine addict. there was a solid month where he suffered drawback from its absence and it was impossible to even get up from bed. he hates coffee still but he misses it because now all tiredness crushes down on him in one go
- weirdly enough this world does have something akin to coffee beans but no one knows what do with them. just to test out jinchul buys some (under merchant’s questionable stare) and brews them. turns out it tastes almost exactly like coffee, just less bitter and less caffeine. jinchul’s opportunistic mind started to turn gears in his head.
- through some time jinchul now owns a famous shop, only one in whole country to sells and serves coffee related stuff. he’s more than happy with his arrangement, plus he has his own independent income and more free time to visit gunhee and his wife. he also isn’t that healthy (because honestly who’s he to sell coffee at astronomical price like it was back in his world) but he earns enough for living.
- one evening right before closing his shop is visited by a man. jinchul tenses because there’s something familiar about his presence. something from back from his world. something at last moment before he fell here. even is said man is actually nice, just a little stone faced, jinchul is still on high alert. rightfully so because room feels smaller and darker and he can swear he can feel phantom of a cold hand on his neck. it’s suffocating and for the first time here jinchul actually fears for his life.
- man leaves but occasionally returns from time to time to test different coffee and sweets combinations. there’s nothing much happening but jinchul is always uncomfortable. there’s something threatening but not actively so.
- during one of such visits jinchul is absolutely baffled when this unknown man visits his shop again and gifts him rare calming herbal tea leaves and best brand of kingdom’s chocolate. in exchange he asks for best cup of coffee and best desert jinchul can offer. through observations jinchul offers man’s favorites and was right because now everything is less suffocating and stiffening and for some reason jinchul feels like he passed some sort of test. it’s also the evening jinchul finally learns man’s name - sung jinwoo.
- after that it becomes a routine. jinwoo became non hostile and more approachable (as well as being the one to approach) and jinchul uses it as a chance to have a stable source of information about this world.
- (also because I’m a weak dumbass) jinwoo actually remembering when jinchul’s birthday is (even if he mentioned it only once in passing) at night of said birthday jinwoo ungracefully (even if he wanted it to be graceful) falls through jinchul’s window waking him up. jinwoo snatches barely awake jinchul to his palace to celebrate. jinchul is grateful and but also tired and sleepy so it’s mostly a nice late dinner, a present (magically enhanced ring) and a sleepy good night kiss. jinwoo is so shook he just touches his cheek and awkwardly leaves to sleep in a guest room since jinchul fell asleep in his room. once he’s in bed realization crushes down on him. apparently the most fearsome shadow monarch is deeply in love with a destined one to supposedly murder him. jinwoo’s own plan backfired spectacularly.
- jinwoo’s plan: snatch destined one into their world before church can summon him - let him live here for some time and observe him - approach him with malicious intent to see his reaction - if attacks then murder, if not then make him attached - make destined one attached and be in good relationship to keep a close eye on him so he can strike first in case of murder intent - accidentally become the one attached and fall in love with destined one - wait what???
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Unconventional Traditions - S.Harrington
Summary - Steve, his girlfriend and their friends have some very unconventional traditions which lead to some holiday shenanigans.
Word Count - 1164
Warnings - drug use(weed), profanity, mentions of sex, female reader, use of Y/N, not proofread
Author's Note - Day 11!! I'm back to posting at my usual time for now, it probably won't last but I will try! I hope you enjoy!
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Their traditions started in the morning on Christmas Eve. They would all gather at Steve’s house since his parents were never home and have breakfast together. The breakfast was always the same options, pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, fruit salad and french toast. Y/N usually spends the night before getting everything prepared and waking up extra early to get to cooking. Steve was pretty good in the kitchen but she was better at multitasking so the cooking was left up to her as Steve cut up fruit.
After breakfast, they usually will start a few different holiday themed puzzles. They usually had about three going at once, making it a competition to see which team finished first. Every year it was Y/N, Steve and Robin finishing first which may seem surprising but their three brains equal about two depending on how tired they were. They had a system down, Y/N would get all of the edge pieces done, then work on the bottle, Robin working in the middle and Steve working at the top. The system had yet to fail them. 
The puzzles usually took them about 3 hours so by the time they were done, they would go to start their movie marathon. Because Robing and Steve worked at the video store, they were able to snag the last copies of A Christmas Story, Gremlins and A Christmas Carol so they usually started with Gremlins. As the movie began, most of the older teens, and by most that really just meant Eddie, Steve, Y/N and Gareth going outside to light up a joint to pass between the four of them. As they got a slight high going, they would head back inside to the warmth, start up a fire and Y/N would go back to the kitchen to start making some hot chocolate. 
Nobody dared to make hot chocolate because they all knew hers was the best, spiking the hot chocolate for the older teens and leaving a normal hot chocolate for the younger ones. They would all cram into the living room, around the tv and watch their movies and drink their hot chocolate. As the movies came to an end, they would move to their next task, ordering a disgusting amount of pizza, by now the four stoners in the group were about four joints in, so the munchies had set in. Y/N used to make homemade pizza but they gave that up the year before because she tried to make pizza while she was baked and she nearly set the house on fire. 
As they waited for the pizza to arrive, Nancy, Jonathan, Will, Mike, El and Argyle all walked in so they exchanged their gifts. Every year they did secret santa but not really, everyone knew who they had and there was a $20 limit. Their big rule was no significant others and no siblings. This year Y/N had the pleasure of buying for Eddie so she had gifted him some new guitar strings, picks and some joints rolled by her as an apology for always stealing his. 
Robin had gotten Y/N, gifting the girl a new sketchbook, some sketching pencils and more crochet hooks since she lost hers like crazy. By the time the gift exchange was over, the pizza had arrived, everyone pitching in to pay before digging in. Y/N and Steve taking over the lazy boy. Golden Girls was playing on the tv quietly as the room was filled with chatter of the friends. 
“I love doing this every year,” Steve admitted quietly to his girlfriend.
“I do too. This is our big dysfunctional family. I’d rather be here than spending time anywhere else,” She replied back, looking her boyfriend in the eye and admiring them. Steve took this chance to kiss his girlfriend gently, almost shy. “I love you Steve Harrington.”
“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”
As the rest of the group finished up the pizza and cleaned the living room a bit. It was time for some games, they usually prank called their families so this year they started with the Wheelers. Eddie held the phone and everyone in the room dead silent to hear what was happening. “Hello?”
“Yeah, hi, this is Paul’s pizza just notifying you that your order of 12 pizzas is out for delivery. Will you be paying cash or card ma’am?” Eddie responded in a lower voice than his usual speaking voice.
“12 pizzas! I never ordered 12 pizzas! This must be a mistake!”
“Are you Karen Wheeler?”
“Well, yeah but-”
“Then the pizzas are for you, so cash or card lady?”
With that, she had hung up, the whole room bursting out in laughter. Y/N wiping a tear from her eye as Gareth dialed her parents house. This went on for another hour or so until everyone had started to yawn. The younger teens had already set up camp in the living room, the older ones were able to set up in the guest room, Steve’s parents’ room and his room as well. 
The stoner group had multiplied, so the 6 of them had gone outside for one last pass around before calling it a night. After the joint had died out, they all went upstairs, going into the respective rooms. Eddie crashes on the floor in Steve’s room, Gareth and Argyle getting the guest room and Jonathan, Nancy and Robin getting Steve’s parents’ room. This had been their typical arrangement for the last couple years, nobody really daring to change it up.
“I swear if I hear you two fucking, I will vomit all over the both of you and then the carpet,” Eddie threatened.
“When have we ever had sex with you in the room?” Y/N asked him incredulously. 
“Last year, you thought I was asleep but I wasn’t. You guys aren’t as quiet as you think, granted it was a little hot but I still wanted to vomit.” Steve chucked a pillow at Eddie’s head before collapsing on the bed.
“Don’t worry dude, I think we are far too high to have sex tonight,” Steve assured their friend.
“Whatever you say Steve,” Eddie replied unconvinced. She had finally gotten onto the bed, immediately making her way into Steve’s side and snuggling close. 
“Goodnight baby,” Steve said to his girlfriend, kissing the top of her head.
“Aww, goodnight Harrington!” Eddie teased with a chuckle, earning a groan from the couple.
“Goodnight Eddie. Night Stevie,” Y/N giggled lightly before relaxing herself. She was the first one to fall asleep, drifting off not even 5 minutes after laying down.
“Night Munson.”
“Night Harrington.”
With that, all was quiet in the house, the only thing that was heard was gentle breathing and snoring. Snow gently falling as the night progressed, coating the house in a blanket of white and adding a chill in the air. Making their perfect and unconventional Christmas just that much cozier.
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went on a spree of a nine hour drive of reading just your blogs. what about dark!rafe x dark!jj x bestfriend kook!fem reader. where she’s best friends with rafe, jj hates her with a passion after she rejected him two years ago. she’s a virgin and one night where she’s home after the hurricane rafe is over to keep her company & jj was hired to clean up the mess. when he catches sight of rafe and reader laughing and being lovey towards one another he snaps. he waits until she’s alone and takes her (just teasing. he hasn’t actually taken her virginity yet). rafe comes & watches, calling her all kind of degrading names. both take her, you can decide who takes her actual virginity and who takes her anal virginity. (CNC , fingering, oral (m & f receiving) , cockwarming (in her throat), spanking, and degrading.)
You flatter me ❤️ thank you! I hope I do your dream justice 😏
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It’s been a few days since the latest hurricane and clean up crews are still all over the property. Needing some fresh air and sunshine, I grab my sketch pad and pencils before heading outside to sit next to pool. This area has already been cleaned up and the pool is back to its beautiful clear blue color.
Movement further in the yard draws my attention to someone wearing a neon yellow shirt, indicating he is part of the storm clean up crew. I can’t help the way my body immediately heats in the cool spring air as I check out his body from behind. The muscles in his back bulged with each movement as he dragged tree limbs to a large pile to be hauled off.
It’s not until he turns around and I tear my eyes away from his massive biceps that I realize who I’ve been gawking at. His blonde locks are concealed by his ball cap and I almost feel sick realizing what I’d done.
It’s JJ. JJ Maybank.
The ruthless, impulsive, greedy Pogue who is known for having sticky fingers when it comes to valuables. I make a mental note to not let him inside the house. He eyes me with the same level of disgust I feel for him now that I can see his face. A face that is still handsome but no less belonging to a Pogue. I turn away, crossing my legs and letting my mind tell me what to draw.
I get lost in my sketch after turning on pandora, settling on some 90s pop to try and tune everything else out. I jump when my phone is suddenly snatched up off the table and JJ stands there fuming.
“If I’m going to be here all day cleaning up your fucking yard, I’m not going to do it listening to your shitty taste in music.” He silences my phone before tossing it into the yard.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I jump to my feet but he shakes his head with a snarl, turning away from me as I hear the back door shut. I turn to see Rafe walk over like he owns the place, casting a shitty look JJ’s way as he sits down at the table.
“What was that about?” Rafe asks, turning my sketch pad to examine my work. I march over to the yard and snatch up my phone, looking eyes with JJ as I sit back down next to Rafe.
“I don’t know what his problem is.” I grumble, yanking my sketch book away from Rafe and shutting it. I hated when people looked at my work.
“I think he’s got a thing for you.” Rafe shrugs, scrolling through his phone. My mind flashes back two years ago when I went to my first party and JJ was there. He was sweet and funny whereas I was awkward and shy. He’d been my first kiss and when he’d slipped his hand down my shorts, I’d panicked. I pushed him away and he’d been a dick ever since.
“He’s a Pogue.” I murmured in disgust. Rafe chuckled, meeting my eyes in agreement.
“Pogues know how to fuck. I’ve been around a few Pogue girls before.” Rafe shrugs and I bust out laughing at how vulgar he is.
“Jesus Rafe.” I mumble, glancing over to see JJ glaring at us like we were the ones who didn’t belong.
“Come on, Y/N. Live a little. Do you want to die a virgin?” Rafe smirks, wiggling his brows at me.
“No but I want to lose it to someone who’s not JJ Maybank.” I counter but Rafe only laughs with a shake of his head. Like he had more to say but he kept his mouth shut.
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A few hours go by and Rafe leaves, leaving me alone with the angry Pogue. Part of me wanted to demand to know what his problem was. We didn’t even hardly know each other but he was shitty towards me every chance he got. I felt like he was one of those people that wore a mask. He had everyone fooled into thinking he was this great, charming guy when really, he was just as fucked up as everyone else.
The yard was starting to come back together and I could see the sweat dripping down JJ’s face. Part of me wanted to offer him a bottle of water. The other part hoped he’d die of a heat stroke. The nicer part of me wins and I go inside to the fridge. I shut the fridge and bite back a scream, finding JJ standing there angry as ever. He grabs me by the throat, slamming me into the counter and slapping the bottle out of my hands.
“You stupid little cunt.” JJ grabs the front of my dress and rips it down the middle. I push him but he spins me around, bending me over the island. I look up to see Rafe walk in. I thought he’d left?
He takes in my tattered clothes but doesn’t say anything. Just leans against the fridge like I’m not being assaulted.
“Her parents are gone for the day.” Rafe says to JJ, dread creeping in. Rafe played me. I throw my elbow back, connecting with something of JJ’s. He howls in pain and I know I’ve drawn blood but Rafe jumps in, grabbing my arms and holding me in place stretched over the counter.
“Fucking bitch.” I hear JJ groan as I kick and thrash. Rafe quickly removes his belt, JJ helping him secure my hands behind my back. Then JJ removes the rest of my clothes as I fight to calm my racing heart.
“What the fuck is going on?” I spat, tensing when I feel JJ’s fingers slide between my legs. I can’t help but moan when he finds my clit, forcing my legs open wider as he trades his fingers for his tongue.
“I owe JJ money so I agreed to help him teach you a lesson.” Rafe says casually, forcing two of his fingers in my mouth before I can argue. What the fuck did that mean? Teach me a lesson?
“Someone has to knock you off your high horse.” Rafe smirks, forcing his fingers down my throat until I gag then withdrawing just a enough so I don’t vomit. His thumb presses down under my tongue when I have the idea to bite his fingers off and it immobilizes me. Like a damn dog.
“She tastes like heaven.” I hear JJ groan between my thighs, one of his fingers slipping inside me. I whine around Rafe’s hold, my body growing hotter than I’d ever felt before.
“Not stuck up bitch?” Rafe chuckles, earning a glare from me. JJ laughs too, his fingers pumping inside me harder until I feel like I’m going to explode. I can’t stop the choked moans that leave my mouth, the tears running down my face and all the while I’m thinking.. more.. please.. I need more.
I flinch when JJ’s bare body comes down on mine, his mouth finding every inch of my skin and he turns my face from Rafe, capturing my lips in a hard kiss. He bites my lips hard enough to draw blood and I cry out, spotting what’s leftover of his bloody nose.
“Aren’t you going to beg?” JJ asks, reaching between us and I suddenly feel his dick pressing against my opening.
“For what?” I growl, spitting my blood in his face but he only smiles, not even blinking.
“For me to stop.” JJ presses inside me and I bite back a scream as I feel like I’m split in two. The pain is excruciating as he breaks my virgin walls.
He doesn’t waste anytime slamming inside me as Rafe jerks my chin up, pressing his dick to my lips.
“You bite me and it goes in your ass.” Rafe warns before shoving in past my teeth. I gag as he forces his way down my throat, holding me there as JJ takes what he wants. I can’t help it. I feel myself reach my high over and over again. I can’t stop cumming. I can’t control how wet I am. And I can’t get over the feeling of being absolutely used like I’m not but a set of holes. My body loves it. While the rest of me hates myself.
Droll is dripping down my chin and the corners of my mouth as Rafe forces me to warm his cock, the counter top digging into my hips with every hard thrust from JJ as he fucked me like a man possessed. Like he’d die if he didn’t.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, JJ stills with a loud moan making me involuntarily clench around him because it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard in my life. Both boys pull out at the same time and I sob for the terrible ache of being.. empty.
“Let me go.” I whisper, unable to pull myself off the counter.
“I have an idea.” Rafe says, rubbing my cheeks like he’s trying to take the soreness out. I can’t see JJ but I assume he agrees because they both maneuver me on top of the counter, securing my legs against my chest using smooth rope. Where did that even come from?
I was bent in half like a pretzel, giving them access to everything they wanted. I’m turned on my side and brought to the edge of the counter. I look up to see JJ and he wipes my hair off my face, plucking my sore lip with his thumb as he smiles down at me like a hungry animal. I feel his cock press against me again then he’s slipping inside. I moan loudly, the angle felt weird but it was still amazing. A soreness I’d never experienced before plagued my whole body.
“Don’t tense up.” JJ says and I look up at him in confusion. I suddenly feel something probing my.. other hole and I quickly try to move away as Rafe slaps my ass with a laugh. I hear Rafe spit, lubing me up.
“Come on, it’ll feel good. Eventually.” Rafe presses inside me, knocking the wind from my lungs as they both fill me completely. God, it burns. I thought I was being split open before but now.. even my stomach hurt.
“I-It.. JJ.. please.” I can’t form a single sentence as they start to move, one in and one out, setting a quick rhythm that wrecks me so hard I swear my soul leaves my body. They take turns slapping my ass as they use me like a sex toy, pounding into me without remorse, overwhelming me with pleasure until tears stream down my face.
“Fuck, she feels so good. I’m gonna cum.” Rafe chants, their motions quickening as they chased their highs. My body had turned to mush. I could no longer tell where I ended and they began as I fought to keep my eyes open. Rafe groans as he cums, slipping from my ass a moment later and JJ quickly follows.
“Such a nasty little slut. Letting us fuck all your holes. I’d think you were lying about being a virgin if I hadn’t seen you bleed.” JJ sneers, pulling free of me as Rafe unties me. I groan as the feeling quickly returns to my limbs. I think they’re done but Rafe rolls me onto my back, burying his face in my pussy, lapping up the cum that drips from me.
“No, no, Rafe. Please.” I cry, trying to fist his hair but he quickly secured my wrists in one of his hands. I lift my head off the counter when I see JJ move behind Rafe, thrusting his dick into Rafe’s ass with no warning. Rafe moans loudly into my flesh and I choke on a sob. I’d never seen two guys fuck before - even if my only experience was porn but it was hot. Seeing an alpha male like Rafe let JJ use him in such an animalistic way.
“You like this? Like watching me fuck his ass?” JJ growls, pushing Rafe’s head harder into my pussy. “You tell anybody and I’ll make you regret it.” JJ snarls, his movements growing harder as Rafe grew louder. I dropped back down on the counter as another powerful orgasm hit me like a freight train.
“Jerk your cock. I know you can cum again.” I hear JJ say and Rafe answers with a moan. I try to scoot away but Rafe doesn’t let me. JJ moans loudly, releasing inside of Rafe and quickly pulling away. Rafe straightens, jerking his cock hard and fast until it shoots out all over my stomach. My eyes fall closed just as JJ fists Rafe’s hair and brings him in for a hard kiss as my world turns black.
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My eyes slowly open as I try to find my bearings. My body felt like it’d been hit by a bus as I try to wake myself up. Where was I? This wasn’t my bed? Movement to my left has me glancing over, finding Rafe face down in the bed as JJ hovers over him, slamming into his ass over and over again.
“There she is.” JJ grunts and Rafe shoots his hand out, grabbing my breast harshly as he pants. I can’t help the wave of need that washes over me as I watch them. I watch them until they’re both cumming, my body feeling like a live wire as arousal pools between my thighs.
JJ slips off Rafe, allowing Rafe to scoot over to me and kiss me passionately, his lips much softer than JJ’s. My toes curl as his hand slips between my thighs.
“Careful. We might start to think you want this.” Rafe says against my sore lips, toying with my clit. I feel my legs being spread then a mouth closes around my clit, sucking harshly as Rafe swallows my sounds. I turn away from him as I try to catch my breath meanwhile JJ is fucking me with his tongue.
“Rafe.. I thought we were friends.” I murmur, my body ready to explode as JJ tastes me so expertly. Rafe smiles, running his hands up and down my body and pinching my nipples.
“We are friends. Best friends, actually. Why do you think I’m taking such good care of you?” Rafe jerks my head back to kiss me again as JJ slips two fingers inside my abused hole. “You wouldn’t want anyone else to claim your virginity, would you?” I can’t answer as JJ curls his fingers, forcing an orgasm from me so rapidly.
“It’s funny, really. JJ has been pining after you for years. Meanwhile all you did was lead him on, never giving him the time of day.” JJ suddenly flips me over onto my stomach, pressing his cock against my other hole without warning. It slips in and I cry out into the blanket as Rafe tries to soothe me with gentle touches.
“I never led him on.” I bite out, the sound of JJ’s pleasured grunts having me close again already.
“Yea? You didn’t kiss him, making him think you wanted him just to turn around and kick him to the curb? You didn’t use your friendship with me to try and make him jealous? You didn’t give him fuck-me eyes every time you saw him? I’ve seen the way you look at him.” Rafe taunts, forcing his hand between me and the bed to stroke my clit. I bite back a scream as I cum violently, JJ’s skin slapping against mine faster and harder.
I’m suddenly flipped over and JJ shoots white hot cum all over my stomach, his face scrunched in a snarl as he looks at me, jerking his cock hard, getting every last drop. Rafe runs his hand through JJ’s spunk, rubbing it into my skin like lotion all the way up to my neck.
“So that’s what your problem is? Your ego couldn’t handle rejection?” I spat at JJ, slapping him in the chest as he stays straddling my waist.
“I had that first taste of you after you pushed my hand away and I’ve been obsessed since. Even after you treated me like garbage.” JJ growls, leaning down so we’re almost nose to nose. I felt like I was being cornered by two hungry lions. There was no escape.
“And now that I’ve had you, I’m never letting you go.”
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Paintbrushes And Romance
Part 2 🥰
A/N: So excited for this, not sure how many part's there's going to be, but I'm sure excited to see where it goes... Embrace the journey with me .. 🐞🥰
Warnings:
The vibration and ringing of a phone breaks your concentration on this sketch, looking at the caller id, you smile, its your mom! Hey my dearest mommy bear, you jokingly answer, Hi my love, you hear your mom's kind voice on the other end, oh the love you have for her, she'll probably never realize, she has helped you overcome some difficult times in your life, honey, she says did you forget about meeting up with my friend for the mural piece she wants done? Comes the question, oh Shit! Mom I'm so sorry I got lost in this, well this piece I'm working on you say a blush creeping on your cheeks, I'll tell you all about it later, you always tell each other everything, I will be there in a little while mom , I promise you, sorry I totally forgot, regret clearly noticeable in your voice. Oh honey you are so forgetful, she says laughing a little, see you soon honey, be safe, love you. Love you too mom, see you in a few.
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Black velvet from Alannah Myles, playing interrupts Dean and Sam talking about the case he can't seem to catch a break on. The music playing comes from the corner you sat in, wow okay, he said thinking that, classic rock didn't really suit the, softness and gentleness that you were beaming out, a smile tugging at his lips, you are quite interesting he thought to himself, seeing you packing all the stuff in your bags, he's heart sank a little , will it be the last time he ever saw you.
Seeing you stand, you must be about 5 foot 2 if he guessed, quite shorter than he'd expected, but adorable looking. You definitely carry yourself with confidence, but also not thinking too much of yourself, he is good at reading people but he can't quite put a finger on you. She's probably got some damn lucky guy in her life, he thinks to himself.
Usually he would go and chat you up a little, get your number, spend the night, but something tells him your not that kind. His thoughts get interrupted by two kids running into you, probably going to the playground he saw over there, waiting for you to freak out and get angry, but instead your voice sounds like honey , all while you ask them if they got hurt, your voice not high pitched or too low, just well just sweet, he'd probably listen to you talk all day not ever getting tired of how you sound. Watching you, sort off in a daze, Dean catches what looks like a sketching book, slightly showing what looks like a man's face, if he didn't know any better, he'd say it was him, ha! Yeah right she didn't even notice me, he thought to himself, while reading the title of a book lying on top of the sketch book "Burning Rose" author "lady bug" seems strange , dark cover with a red rose covered in flames, she quickly grabs everything, throws it in, and for a moment time stood still, you look up into his eyes, Dean could've sworn he was drowning in your eyes, he can't help it, with a smile as wide as the county he looked at her, seeing her cheeks, turning to a light rose color, she shyly smiles back, that gave Dean a glimpse of what heaven probably looks like. He wanted to get up say something, maybe even just kiss you right then and there, but you left, like a little hurricane out by the door, a hurricane he wouldn't mind being caught in, he thought to himself.
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You get out of the cab, at John, and Mary Winchesters home, humbly looking house but still big, amazing garden, this is so much fun, you love doing murals, feeling comfortable, walking in, You've been busy for almost a week with this piece, looking at the wall of the front entrance, its all coming together, the green of the leaves and the white of the magnolia flowers , complimenting the decor of, the entrance, filled with neutral tones aswell as splashes of dark green and bright yellow.
Good morning darling you hear a kind voice say, morning Mrs W, how are you doing this fine morning you ask cheerfully. Oh good dear, John had to go on a business trip again, so I have the house all to myself, she says, not looking really happy about it. I'm so sorry, why don't you and my mom go doing something fun, drink coffee, maybe even a bit of wine, just don't get to tipsy now, you say teasing her! Oh really honey, you hear your mom's voice behind you, tipsy, ha! We are classy ladies, we don't drink wine this early, but no one said there's something wrong with Irish coffee, you all three burst into laughter. Come on Mary lets leave her alone in her art world, while they walk out you hear your mom laughing and saying I love you honey, you too mom, you say while picking up the brushes you need and sticking it into the back pocket of your jeans , climbing up the ladder, already humming to whatever classic rock song is playing, into your earbuds, knowing this is what you are meant to do with your life.
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It's about three in the afternoon, and he still haven't returned the pastry dishes to his mom's house, damnit, like I have time for this, letting out an irritated sigh, driving into the drive way, with his black chevy impala, he'd name her baby, all while a song of Led Zeppelin is playing, he gets out, grabs the clean dishes out of the back seat, he walks towards the front entrance , puts down the dishes on the table right by the door way, looking at the picture in front of him, a woman standing on a ladder, hair braided loosely, with a black t-shirt and jeans on, covered in paint, humming and swaying to what sounds like a Bon Jovi song, while admiring the view, she loose her balance, tumbling down, Dean catches her, wide-eyed and confused she looked at him, its her, the coffee shop angel.
Fudgesticks up a fudge tree Dean hears her say, what? He looks at her while still holding her in his arms, the feeling of her so close to him its electrifying, oh sorry she says laughing a little, I try not too swear to much. Not making the effort to get out of his tight grip, he puts her down, seeing the black shirt she has on is a Guns n Roses paint splattered shirt. Well thanks for saving me from, ending up like humpty Dumpty she smiles. Oh my pleasure, he wanted to ask what's she's doing for the rest of her life, but his phone rang and he had to answer since he is the Sheriff of the town. Yeah, what is it he asks with the irritation back in his voice,? There's been another victim boss, says the young deputy, okay Jack I'm on my way, just hold on , he closes the phones speaker with one hand, looking at the beauty in front of him with paint all over her, even on her even on her face, all he can say is good day miss and he starts walking out the door, not waiting for a response.
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Arriving at the scene, there he sees it again, this damn killer is toying with them, its one big game to him, like a treasure map, they need to find, he placed the dismembered body all over, the dogs and coroner is already on scene, working. The almost gifted wrapped torso on the park bench. Dean is looking around the scene for clues as to how he chooses his victims, thinking, he doesn't have a specific type, so to say, some has light hair with light skin, some have dark hair with olive skin, its victim 8, its been 8 months since this case came to his attention, but still no clue, how he gets his victims, since he seems to toy with his victims for 3 to 4 weeks all sedatives maybe used, is already out of there system.
Waiting for the coroner, what seems like hours, he finally gets the call, Sheriff Winchester you can come and look at the body. Yeah on my way, before going in, Dean inhales a deep breath, not so much for the smell, but more for the courage to see another life taken, someone's, daughter, sister. He is a rough man, but sometimes the stuff what he sees can also take its affect on him. Shaking off whatever he just felt, walking in, he sees the women neatly placed on the cold steel table, every body part pieced together, looking at her face , she can't be older than 20-25 he thinks, while listening to the coroner telling him, how she has the rope burn bruises like all the other seven vics, the dismembering is clean, like it's done by a professional, no signs of sexual assault, the coroner goes on to say, she's been washed in some sort of alcohol almost like sanitizer to remove whatever traces of DNA there could've been. But I did find something odd by one of the cuts, the coroner said. Yeah well get to it doc, Dean says, okay jikes! Its another piece of meat, most likely beef, but its getting tested and I will let you know. Good, Dean said thanking the man, giving one last look of the woman lying there. Hell sometimes I hate this job.
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The stars clearly visible in the dark skies, while sitting on his porch, whiskey on his breath, a worried look on his face, thinking about the day, the case, the parents of the woman he had to let know that they found their daughter, but she didn't make it, how they had to ID her and the damn tears and despair afterwards... Taking another sip of his whiskey, thinking about the coffee shop angel he saw again and how happy and carefree she is like she doesn't have a worry in the world , not a inch of sadness he detected in her eyes or her sweet honey filled voice.
Wondering why he haven't seen her around in this old town, contemplating what he already knows about her, she doesn't really like to be seen, she likes classic rock, she doesn't like swearing, clearly she likes fudge, and she must be an artist, he can't help it but he starts smiling when he remembers her laughter filling his ears, oh yes and she likes to read remembering the book he saw, quickly taking out his phone he does an internet search of this author "lady bug" three best selling novels, there's the one with the rose, he reads the review and then the ending, of the book because he ain't much of a reader so his not going to read the whole thing!
Wait, what! This book its, clearly one of those steamy romance books but its also a thriller, okay , she is something else, he reads the ending of the book again. "Like a burning rose he ignites your soul when his lips come crashing to yours, flames of passion dancing in your eyes, hands and body intertwined, his love for you burning away all the thorns of past heartbreaks and mistakes, knowing his touch is crumbling your walls and with the thought of knowing your safe with him, you give into the flames engulfing your soul."
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desafinado · 1 year
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ooh if you’re taking requests I would love to ask for something kaveh related,, I love him and his recent appearances have me going feral
I was thinking maybe something with an artist s/o?? with his whole arts and romance thing I think it would be so cute 😭 sketching out his building ideas and such together..I just crave kaveh content tbh
✎, ੈ♡ kaveh with an artistic s/o
°。⋆ kaveh x reader 
°。⋆ artsy stuff, sickening fluff (yk the drill), love, beloved, dear
note: reader is described to be an appreciator of all art in general (visual arts and writing specifically)  just take what resonates lol, but yeah ^^ also ahh i wrote a song sorta similar to this concept before called “art museum” so i took inspo from that skjfsdf
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if you think about it, everything you see has its own artistry, its own beauty; beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all. among all the things and people, however, you found kaveh to be the most beautiful thing of them all.
his creations were just as beautiful, of course. you couldn’t help but adore the details, the aesthetics, the everything. he was clearly someone who created with his heart on his sleeve, and it was why you admired him so dearly.
and while you had this respectful and deep admiration for him, he would only praise you for giving him such inspiration in the first place, whether it be the art you create or the love you give him.
he’d watch in awe, seeing you create visuals that make him swoon, and write words that almost bring him to tears.
if he wasn’t dating you, he’d still definitely be your number one fan.
that being said, you are dating, so expect that you do the most nerdy art things together; going to art museums, painting and wine dates, simply sitting in the living room and reading each other poetry (or even making some).
“hmm, and you were there, a heavenly body, a star, whose presence i had been blessed with.” “k-kaveh! you don’t need to read every poem… haven’t you flustered me enough, today?” “i wasn’t reading that time, beloved.”
everything reminds you of each other; when you both get home, you spend the first 30 minutes telling each other of everything you saw today that reminded you of each other.
more so, when it’s art. you both could go on for hours.
“i saw a newly installed statue today, i think it was a representation of spring, blooming and such?” “hmm… sounds lovely, i’d love to see it and interpret it for myself.” “well, for me, it only ever reminded me of you.”
helping each other with your arts; i mean, art is a form of expression and you think kaveh brings out the best in you vice-versa.
he’ll ask for your opinion on sketches, how he can improve and get his feelings across better. he’ll often feign naivety and ask you to help him draw it, just so he can get you to hold him closer.
“dear… i truly haven’t a clue what you mean. could you maybe guide my hand and help me understand?”
you know what he’s doing, of course, but you’re not complaining. you’ll even tease him and whisper softly into his ear; he asked for it after all.
when you’re writing, painting, sketching or doing anything at all really, you can expect him to be watching. he’ll hum in agreement or gently speak some words of affirmation.
when he notices you being a bit stuck, a bit uninspired and frustrated, or simply overworked, he’ll be quick to coax you into bed to cuddle.
he knows how easily you might get into your head, overthinking your work, critiquing every small detail, so he’ll simply get you to stop thinking period.
he’ll stroke your head, caress your cheeks, and mindlessly draw circles on your neck, while reading you your favorite poetry.
if all else fails, he takes you out to see the sunset/sunrise (whichever is more convenient). underneath the dance of colors, the borders between day and night, he reminds you how beautiful the world is. without over complicating everything, the world simply creates all its wonders as they are.
he won’t let go of you until you get a well deserved night’s rest, and you can always expect to be right there when you wake up.
and you wake up to see that lazy smile of his, slightly squinted eyes and groggy morning voice; there’s a tenderness as he greets you a “good morning, beautiful.” and you know feel all your worries melt away.
you think he’s a being way beyond any piece of art, because he gives you reasons to face the next day, and have the courage to express yourself.
that and you can kiss him silly until you can only say each other’s names.
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misti-chan · 2 years
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Hey, I discovered your blog recently and I’m loving it. I really like your writing, please, keep along with <3
I was wondering if you could write some headcanons about how would Brook, Sanji and Caesar react if they caught the person who likes them secretly drawing them, please.
Thank you <333
Hi!! Thank you so much kind anon! ♥ I loved your request really because I love those three characters so much!! QQ ♥ I hope you like it!
❤ Sanji, Brook and Caesar reacting to the person who likes them secretly drawing them ❤
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Unlike you, Sanji is the strict opposite of discretion and would usually smother you with his affection and definitely his food. He would go to great lengths to show you his feelings, even though they might not be reciprocated. He always thought that you were not interested in him since you never responded to his actions. But who could blame you? Sanji was a true gentleman to everyone, and gentleman was an adjective far too weak to describe him.
So when he came to you to give you something to eat and drink during one of your drawing sessions it hit him like a truck. He was so unbelievably surprised to see you secretly drawing him in your notebook that he almost fainted right here and then. The poor Sanji almost cried right in his place.
He couldn’t trust his eyes. He was so pleased to see that you thought of him so kindly that you were drawing him. After all he had gone through Sanji thinks of himself as unloveable and pathetic, especially after Whole Cake Island. So knowing that you have some affections left for him warmed his feeble heart.
He wouldn’t let you know what he saw. Sanji would just walk towards you as nothing happened, but inside his heart, he is content and happy. After that Sanji would calm down with his overly showing side. But strangely his most serene face feels more real and not just a façade.
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Brook, just like Sanji, isn't really confident with the idea that you could reciprocate his feelings. After repeating his jokes about him being dead countless times, Brook knows too well that he’s only a skeleton with nothing to offer, no warmth during cold nights, nor any kind of skin contact, only the coldness of bones and death. But one man can dream and hope for the better. He still has the faith that one day he will tell you how he truly feels.
So when he approached you to show you his newest song he was bewildered to find you drawing him in your notebook. At first he thinks that maybe you just wanted to practice drawing anatomy or whatsoever, however his heart was trying to tell him something else. His desire for it to be something completely different couldn't stop spreading in his heart.
But unlike Sanji, Brook came nearer and struck a conversation with you asking if you were drawing him hoping that you would open up to him. He sat next to you, visibly content. Happiness was radiating for him and you could actually feel it too. His mood could only rub on you and you thought that maybe you could show him too.
This little moment between the two of you encouraged him to not give up on his feelings yet. Maybe, maybe he had a chance, after all. He just cannot possibly go a day without your smile and laugh. This poor skeleton definitely needs you to bring up some spice in his gloomy life.
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Like the others, Caesar thinks of himself as unworthy of love, especially after everything he has done in his life. He may not feel guilty, but the man knows that what he did was clearly not acceptable. So when he caught feelings for you, Caesar didn't think he had any chance with you. He dismissed any thoughts or wants to act on his feelings, as he knew it was a waste of time, even though he wanted it so badly.
Caesar is definitely the type to pry and to watch you from afar secretly. So, when he saw you sketching him in your notebook, the man almost let out a screech, completely taken aback by what he saw. He even might rub his eyes to be sure he is seeing right. Why in your right mind would you draw him out of everyone?
He is also the type to overthink a lot. Maybe you think he is handsome? Or maybe you also caught feelings? But he dismissed those thoughts as soon as they arrived. After all it is very unlikely that you reciprocate his feelings. You are his perfect opposite. You are someone kind and welcoming, someone that everyone would fall for.
So as pathetic he thinks he is and feels, he sits still far away from you hoping that one day you could love him back even after everything he did. But as for now, watching over you is enough for him. His only fear is to lose you to someone else, but how could he win you over?
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gwensfreak · 1 year
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Botany…Of Course, Pt 2
Summary: Peyton is the new botany teacher at Nevermore. They are a telepath. They find themselves on a trip with Principal Weems. They discover what happened the year before they came to Nevermore, amongst other things. Tw: alcohol consumption, description of Larissa's poisoning?
Note: I'm so glad you all liked the first part of this fic! I can start a tag list if anyone wishes to be on it :) @alder-saan ~3700 words
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Friday
You were in your hotel room getting ready to explore the scene. Last night when you arrived Larissa went to bed and you stayed up and watched a movie. Larissa was at her conference bright and early this morning, and she would be finished around 5pm. You put on your maxi skirt and crop top. It was warm but not too hot, you loved the weather here. You took your notebook and set out to the conservatory. The whole hotel was nothing but botanical gardens and restaurants. There were beautiful waterfalls, huge rocks, ponds with fish and lily pads, and an abundance of different trees and plants. It was gorgeous and calming. Although it felt like you were outside, everything was covered by a skylight. It smelled so good, fresh almost. You got to the coffee shop and ordered an iced chai tea latte and a soft pretzel. You walked around until you settled by a waterfall underneath a large rock. It was a bit hidden, like a cave, which you loved. As you ate, you wondered how the conference was going. You wanted to surprise Larissa with something, or plan something fun to do. You knew this was a work trip, but that didn't mean she couldn't also have fun. She deserved it. Walking around the conservatory, you figured you would go through one garden a day and scope out some interesting plants that might be good additions to Nevermore. You loved the palm trees and banana trees, some were 60 feet tall, reaching to the second level. Unfortunately, those would never fit in the conservatory at Nevermore. There were rare international blooms and southern species, many that you hadn't heard of before. You sketched a banana tree from Madagascar, a huge Bird of Paradise from South Africa, some succulents, and Physostigma venenosum from tropical Africa. For a good part of the day you sketched plants and researched them, taking notes in your book. At 2pm, you figured you would go for a walk outside. It was a beautiful day, you wished Larissa could walk with you. You found some thrift shops and headed into one. They had antique houseware, clothing, jewellery, everything you could think of. You ended up buying a ring and pants for yourself, and a vintage scarf from the 60s for Larissa. There were so many things you thought she would love, but you couldn't choose what she would like most. You set out again and ended up in a liquor store. You bought some red wine, you knew Larissa's favorite, and some rum then headed back to the hotel.
You had a few drinks and walked around the conservatory again, admiring the fountains and the lights that covered the ceiling and trees. The rooms all had balcony's overlooking the conservatories, it reminded you of a painting. You settled down at a table under a pavilion next to a large fountain. You got out your notebook and started sketching the scene in front of you. A beautiful building to your left, a pond and fountain to the right, pretty sky lights and a pathway littered with plants on both sides. Walking down the pathway was Larissa. She was adorning her matching cream colored outfit with her lip brooch and kitten heels, admiring the plants as you were admiring her. She wasn't really there of course, you were imagining her, drawing her. You looked to the time, she would be done in 30 minutes. You ran back to the room, cleaning yourself up and cracking open some wine. You had in mind some fun things you and her could do around the hotel if she was up for it, you hoped she was. You were flipping through your notebook and you felt giddy about her return. You liked being alone most of the time, but you really liked being in her presence.
She returned to the room after what felt like forever, looking pretty tired. "Long day?" you said trying not to be too obvious that you were happy to see her. She put her things down then turned to you and smiled, she looked adorable. "Yes, it was very eventful, but it was a lot" she let out a huff and plopped down on her bed across from you. You sat on the edge of your bed and looked at her. She was wearing the cream coloured outfit you had thought of earlier. You took a minute to admire her as you knew her eyes were closed. You started smiling big, ear to ear. You couldn't help yourself, you were a bit drunk. She heard you giggle and opened her eyes, catching you staring at her. She sat up and kicked at your foot with hers, "What are you giggling at?" she laughed, knowing you were admiring her. You pretended you weren't just looking at her, you turned your head and quicky said "nothing" in a joking manner. Larissa looked to her feet and huffed and you realized she wanted to rid her heels. You knelt to the floor and took them off of her feet, placing them away. This surprised and flustered Larissa, like you knew what she was thinking. She was taken back by you doing this, nobody cared for her in such small but meaningful ways before. You knelt back down by her feet, you knew this could look weird, like you were worshiping her. You didn't want her to think that's what you were trying to do, although in reality you would. You took a chance, "Do you want a foot rub? Not in a weird way" you laughed. She blushed and looked down at you, "Well, if you're offering" she said shyly. You did so, coming to learn that her toe nails were the same color as her fingernails. You got up and poured her a glass of wine, "Wine for you my dear" you said while handing it to her. She looked up at you, eyebrows raising questioningly. "Yes, I bought your favorite wine, and yes, I may have had a few drinks while you were gone" you laughed, grabbing your wine and sitting on the bed next to her. You opened your notebook "But, I also did some work. I sketched some plants, I think a couple of these would be good additions back home." She viewed all of your sketches and notes from the day as you explained what you had learned. "These are amazing Peyton, I wish I could have come with you." You looked up at her, eyes lit up. "Well, we can walk around tonight, it will probably be even more beautiful." She smiled and placed her hand on your back, it felt nice. You quickly got up, remembering the scarf that you got her. It was a cream color with some neutral brown tones and small blue flowers. You held it out to her grinning, proud of yourself for finding something you thought she would like. "I went to an antique shop across the street, they have so much stuff that I think you would love. We should go if you have time." She took it from you and admired it, "Is this for me?" "Of course, the blue matches your eyes perfectly." You were shy now, nervous that she would think that you thought of her too much, or that you were being too interested in her. "I mean, I think your eyes are blue, right?" you said while tucking your hair behind your ear in an obviously sarcastic manner. Larissa let out a loud laugh, and your heart filled with joy. "Thank you so much darling, I love it." Larissa would never let on, but her eyes were watering at the thought of you buying this for her. She didn’t get gifts often, and she cherished that you thought of her when she wasn't with you. You saw her eyes glisten, but you didn't say anything. You were happy that she appreciated it. Sitting back on your own bed, you fell down onto your back and stared at the ceiling. Larissa watched you, she knew you had something on your mind. "What are you thinking about love?" You absolutely loved when she called you cute names, you blushed and rolled away from her so she couldn't see your face. "Are you hungry? Maybe we can get dinner and go for a walk?" you said as you sat up to face her again. "Sounds like a plan."
You went to a restaurant in the middle of the hotel. It was surrounded by a pond with fish, lily pads and a waterfall, and trees of course. It did look more beautiful in the night, it was all lit up and you could see the stars through the skylight. Larissa started, wanting to get to know you better. You seemed to know a few things about her, but she felt like she didn't know you. "So Peyton, I saw you with a handsome man the other day at the Weathervane. Boyfriend perhaps?" You looked at Larissa, mouth full of pasta, and almost started laughing. Keep it together Peyton, don't spit your food out. The only man you could remember being with was…OH Cal, your cousin. For some reason you decided to mess with her, "Oh Cal? Yea me and him were together, but he cheated on me with a man, so we broke up." Larissa's eyes went wide, her hand covering her mouth in total shock. Her expression made you laugh, you could only be serious for so long. "LARISSA I'm joking! He's my cousin, he's having trouble with his boyfriend, we were just talking." She let out a breath you saw her holding in, and hung her head in relief. "Oh my god, you had me for a minute there." You both laughed, you were so geeky sometimes. "Yea, I don't have a boyfriend. I like-" you stopped yourself, you didn't really know if you wanted to tell her that you liked women. "You like what?" "Nothing, um, so do you have a boyfriend?" you said looking down and picking at your pasta. She looked down at her food as well, "No, I'm not really interested in that sort of thing." That sort of thing? Like a relationship? "I get it, relationships can be hard, and tiring" you tried to be reassuring. "Very true, the most serious I've gotten was with this girl once, but that was so long ago." Sorry, did she just say girl? Larissa Weems, the Larissa Weems likes girls? A huge smile crept on to your face, and you looked up at her, she was still looking at her food, thank god. "Did you say a girl?" you stuttered by accident, voice low and raspy. She looked to you, worry now written on her face. "Yes, I- I did" she said in an unsure tone. You didn't mean to sound like that was a bad thing, you were just really surprised. Maybe that joke about Cal wasn't the best idea, you weren't trying to make fun. "Well Larissa, maybe we should find a new girl for you" you said with a smile looking at her pretty face. She smiled back, and nodded slightly. You wanted to scream, you weren't the only one at Nevermore who liked girls! You still didn't want to tell her though, not right now. Changing the subject, she started, "What do you like to do for fun?" "Well, lately I like to mess with my powers honestly. I keep finding out I can do things that I didn't know about." Larissa was intrigued, but you didn't know why you told her this. You had hobbies and liked to do things, but you found them rather embarrassing. "Oh, like what?" she prodded. You knew she wouldn't let this go now, so you told her. "Um, well I can give someone a piece of knowledge, or I can erase knowledge or a memory from someone's brain. I can see other peoples memories if they have strong emotion, but only if they allow me to. I also recently obtained the ability to know if someone is lying, but it just comes on at random." She was in awe of your abilities, these things could be a lot of responsibility. "So, if I allow you, you can see my memories?" "Yep, if it's very joyous, traumatizing, or emotionally strong enough." She thought for a second, "Can I see it too? When you look at it?" This was the upside, you thought, to seeing peoples memories. They didn't know what you were seeing, just that they allowed you to see it. "No, you can't see it in time that I do. I don’t do it a lot though, there's no point." She looked like she wanted to say something, had something on her mind. There was silence for a minute, then she just looked away. "Do you want to show me the plants now?" she said excitedly.
As you walked around the conservatory, you showed her every plant that you knew something about, and jokingly told her that she was as tall as one of the trees. Larissa smiled at how cute you were when so caught up in something you loved. She used to love hearing Marilyn talk about the conservatory plants, but unfortunately, who she thought was a real friend turned out to be an enemy. She didn't know if she would ever get over that. "This one is Alsophila latebrosa from Singapore, and this one is Physostigma venenosum from tropical Africa. It has Physostigmine, which is a highly toxic parasympathomimetic alkaloid, it can cure deadly nightshade if taken in the correct dose. I thought that might be good to have in the conservatory.." you cut yourself off as you looked up at Larissa. She was staring into space, not listening to you anymore. "Larissa, are you okay?" you said, really worried about her blank expression and even more pale than usual skin. A minute later she snapped out of it, looking down at you, who was holding her hand staring up at her. "Oh, sorry love. What were you saying?" You were confused, but you continued. "I was saying that I think we should have this in the conservatory at school. It’s the antidote to deadly nightshade." "We don't need it, we don't have Atropa belladonna anymore" she quipped quickly and seriously. This made you more confused, "Yes we do, it's just a small plant. I found it in a locked cabinet behind the desk." Larissa's mouth dropped open, they must have missed it when they searched through the conservatory last year. "Oh, um, Peyton, can you do me a favour?" "Sure Larissa" you were worried about what the favour was going to be. "When we get back to Nevermore, can you bring that plant to me, and if you ever find more in the conservatory, get rid of it immediately." Her tone was strict and demanding, you felt like a student who did something wrong. "Oh, sure Larissa, I can do that" you said quietly but sure. She then realized that you were new to the school and had no clue what this was about, or why you couldn't have this plant. She drug you back to your room, not saying a word.
You were sitting on your bed. Larissa had instructed you to sit and stay as she went to the bathroom. You were wondering if she was mad at you, or if you did something wrong. Searching in your notebook for Physostigma venenosum, you thought of something. She said to get rid of the deadly nightshade, like we weren’t allowed to have it anymore. Something must have happened when Marilyn, or Laurel, went crazy. Why would it be locked up otherwise? Larissa came out of the bathroom in her satin pajamas and sat on her bed. She just sat there, looking down at her lap. When you noticed her staring at nothing again, you sat up to face her. "Peyton, I want you to consider doing me a favour." "Sure Larissa, I'll do you a favour" you said with a hopeful smile. She looked at you, sadness written on her face. "Will you consider erasing a memory for me?" You went wide eyed, you had only done that once before. "I, um, I've only done it once before Larissa, I don't know if it's a good idea" you said in a nervous and sad tone, you felt sorry for her. If she wanted you to erase a memory, it must have been a bad one. "If you consider erasing it, I'll show it to you first, if you want." You pondered for a minute, was it the memory you think it was? "Larissa, is the memory from last year? You know, Marilyn?" Her eyes met yours and she nodded her head. You got up and sat beside her, taking her hands in yours. "I'll see it if you want me to Larissa, but maybe it's better that we don't dig it out any further." In reality she wanted you to see it, she wanted someone else to see it, to feel it. She wanted Marilyn to feel what it was like. She wanted someone, you, to tell her she wasn't crazy for being scared. "I want you to see it" she said in the lowest whisper you had ever heard. You moved closer to her and with an "Okay," you were in her mind. This was the only memory available for you to see, she really did want you to see it.
*The Nevermore Conservatory, last year*
You were in the conservatory, a red head a couple feet in front of you and Wednesday by the desk. You looked down at yourself, you weren't Larissa. You looked like a, boy? "I never made it to the station, heard enough?" Wednesday said, eyes switching from the read head to you. The read head, who you suspected to be Marilyn, turned around to look at you as well. Her face dropped as you felt yourself getting taller. You looked down at your body, jacket and jeans turning to a matching dress and coat set. You were, shifting? You weren't a boy anymore, now you were sure you were Larissa. "Your slave is probably still at the station" Wednesday chirped. "Please don't make this more difficult than it already is, Marilyn" your voice, well Larissa's, sounded with regret. You felt sad, betrayed, like you just lost a friend. Like you failed at bringing the outcasts and normies together, you were stupid for letting a normie in the school, an idiot for not seeing the danger. "My name is LAUREL" the red head belted before bringing a needle to your neck. You had no time to run, you felt a sting, and then you couldn't move. You fell to the floor, you couldn't breathe very good all of the sudden. You could feel your heart beat fast, vision going blurry, and you were gasping for air. Your mouth started foaming, and the last thing you saw was Wednesday over you, calling your name. When you looked up at Wednesday, all you could think about was her mother. How you two had drifted apart, how you two fought, how you loved. You spent most of your life with no partner, no friends, just taking care of the school, and recently taking care of Wednesday. You didn’t regret it, of course, but you still had so much more to do. You were scared, then everything went black.
You opened your eyes gasping for air, heart pounding. You realized you were in your hotel room, Larissa was beside you holding your shoulders steady, staring at you in concern. She didn't want you to be burdened by her memory, she just wanted to get rid of it. The thing about taking memories or knowledge from a person is that by taking it from them, you got it. The memory  had to go somewhere, right? Of course, they aren't your memories, so it wasn't as traumatizing for you to see them. You looked at her, your eyes watering, you tried to blink the tears away. You didn’t believe she lived through that. Marilyn had stabbed her in the neck with nightshade?! What the hell! You were glad she was dead, you would've killed her yourself. Larissa noticed you were crying and pulled you into her arms. You cried into her shoulder for a minute, then took her face in your hands when you cooled off. You were so shaken that you spoke unevenly, you couldn't even talk loud. "I'm so sorry Larissa, I didn't know. I'll consider erasing it for you." She pulled you against her again as a tear fell down her face. "I'm sorry too little one, I didn't know how much that would hurt you." In truth, it hurt you so much because you cared about Larissa. Some peoples memories weren't that bad because you knew they weren't yours, but hers, hers felt real. You connected with her so easily, and you wanted to help her. You pulled away, "Wait, you're a shapeshifter?" She let out a quiet breathy laugh. "Yes, I suppose you learned two things about me tonight, please don't say anything though, not many people know." You nodded, you wouldn't tell her secret. "Can we lay together?" you muttered, praying that she would say yes. "Of course love." You both laid in her bed, you felt way better being in her arms. You were so glad that she didn't die, but how did she survive? You wanted to ask her more questions and say that you were glad she was alive, but you didn't. "That's so cool" you mumbled, turning to face her. "What is?" she questioned, eyes meeting yours. "Being a shapeshifter. What can you shift into? People? Animals? Does it feel like anything when you really do it?" She smiled, stroking your hair, "I can shift into people. And no, it doesn't feel like much." You looked in her eyes, she was still adorning her makeup, and her lips were still painted red. Her eyes were so bright and daunting, her lips looked so soft, her skin so smooth, the little creases in her mouth and eyebrows were so cute. Uh oh, you thought. Turning back over, you took her hand and put it to your chest, then you closed your eyes. You felt her pull you closer, a soft "Goodnight Peyton" was the last thing you heard.
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